Nota Bene – Not a Bean
A blind Dutch gypsy passed my way,
warming a cool depressing Winter’s day.
A long cool drink, a social must,
As the ice melts slowly into trust.
A driving force,
A quiet word,
but gladly more than that was heard.
No match for both those cats, but still,
The con, or pass played on until,
A little whisper at the end,
opened the doorway to a friend.
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In Memory of the lovely Norma Baine – we spent a short but memorable time together, but I was too young to understand. BN -1967 – Aged 17