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gone but not forgotten...by Mick Ryaneveryone had come- and for me- time had stopped.... the four immense rectangular tables were set out in a local square there'd be food 'n' drink 'n' dancin' and anyone who was anyone had made a point of being there.... i watched you checking the cutlery, glasses plates , ..and flowers on every table considered lending a hand...but i just wasn't able.. able to find the words i wanted so much to say so i simply sat there...'n' finally got in the way... everything flowed so smoothly with your 'distinguished crowd' stimulating conversations, huge donations, you seemed so ..proud proud of your ability to make everyone feel at ease.. you only spoke once to me- and i remember saying 'yes, please' later, someone told me you were a wine connoisseur, a bon vivant a leading light in the 'haute societe'...... those fancy names meant squat to me- so i quickly turned away i knew if i tried to mingle and politely converse my stammering, stuttering, juvenile efforts would only make things worse so sipping my wine- thinking of a Bud felt i was losing control- waiting...was no good so making my excuses, i took my jacket, rolled my chair away but i'll never forget you, lovely lady - nor that distant day in May................... |
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