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