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An alfresco latte



That my partner bought



In the Travellers' Rest



As I sit deep in thought,



Pondering on life



The universe and me;



How I've got where I am



And my philosophy. 



 



If at first 



You dont succeed



Give up has been 



My lifelong creed.



To do otherwise 



Just brings stress



And the possibility of



Eventual success.



 



Ive never understood



Success's fatal allure.



I find I am so happy with



My moderate failure.



Ive lots of successful friends



But many of them are dead



So on balance i feel



I'm just slightly ahead.



Beverley 



May  not have the allure



Of the golden sands 



Of the Cote D'Azure



But it has the advantage 



Of  being cheap



And welcomes even 



The unsuccessful creep



 



My Jeans may not be 



Designer trade



But they dont leak and 



Are reasonably made.



A welcoming smile,



A pleasant face



This Is for me



My type of place.



 



They welcomed me



 With open arms



So failure maybe



Has its charms.



So today for me 



i'm having the best



Enjoying my latte 



At The Travellers Rest



 




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