Today there were sparrows hopping on grey parapets and satellite dishes on alumimium quardrant-shaped roofs.
The sun was out, but it was far from warm.
I sat on the rotting bench listening to spotted turtledoves,
Peered at the lime tree across the lane
Then at the smokers' bin glutted with rain-stained butts.
The day went by quickly enough.
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When he did his rendition of Lionel Richie's 80's hit Hello,
Proclivity screeched to a quick halt.
The eyes are made for flirting;
And the vocal cords, for charming the pants off someone.
On Saturday night I kept my recently purchased Tsubi lean-bean jeans on.
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I might have finally found my doctor.
Not the family doctor, nor the convenient up-the-road from work doctor.
My doctor is a qualified hypnotist. She is my mother's age. She tells me I'm her son's age.
As I walked out of her office and into the sun-drenched corridor
I felt sure that there will be better days to come.
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