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Resurrecting the thread ....
Tuesday October the 6th 2009.
Eleven AM.
There was I,
sat at the open window
sipping a cup of coffee noir.
Incidently,
they'd over-charged me,
but give them their due,
they did accept their error
and compensated me.
Looking out the window,
the pavements getting wet.
People strolling by,
one by one, or
two by two - hand in hand;
or groups of 3 or 4 - or more.
He's on his mobile phone,
she's listening to her iPod.
He's carrying a bag,
she, her coat over her arm;
and the pavement's getting wet.
There's a group of five,
she's on her own.
Ah! the first with cigarette,
that's smoke's into my eyes;
and the pavement's getting wet.
Cobbles in the road,
greys and whites,
yellows and orange,
and red;
all shining in the wet.
He's on his own,
those two with a pushchair
tiny hands up and waving.
she's got a cap on;
and the pavement's getting wet.
She's a-smoking,
drifting in my window.
Baby in a pushchair,
dad's smoking too;
all the while, the pavement's getting wet.
That's a nice red beret,
a delivery van goes past.
she's eating a baquette, he's chewing gum.
they went that-a-way a moment ago, coming back no doubt;
and the pavement's getting wet.
Still no brolly, though
as the pavement's getting wet.
She's wearing red stilettoes
and there's a pair of knee-high boots.
orange shoes, Sir ! rather bright ?
sunshades ! an optomist !
as the pavement's getting wet.
That skirt is rather short !
and his cap is not on straight.
There's a black cat sitting in the dry.
still no brolly though;
and the pavement's getting wet.
That's a heavy bag he's carrying
and that looks like a Prada, yes ?
he's drinking water
but she's into Coke;
all whilst that pavement's getting wet.
That Samoyed's got a limp
black cat's skittering off.
Policeman, Sir, your hat's not on square.
Taxi passes slowly by
and the pavement's getting wet.
Life is passing by.
Hey !
shouldn't you two be at school ?
A-hah !
a brolly
but rolled up !
Still,
the pavements nice and wet.
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