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Across the bar boomed A voice from my past A meeting dreaded Had happened at last She threw me out After so long Never realised She was so strong She'd packed my bags All tidy and neat Thrown through the air To land at my feet I wanted to talk Maybe try once more Too late she said As she locked out door The years of our youth All gone to waste Carefully packed and filed In a battered suitcase I found life goes on I remarried you know Nice to see again Now I've got to go Both of them had survived Both were my friends I'd helped her pick pieces. Up at the end Vote for this poem
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