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Post by goldenmyst on Aug 5, 2021 0:24:26 GMT -6
Honduran Waitress
Gold medallion rises like yellow rose From a galleon sunk in crushed velvet dreams Whose Honduran heart beats for the love of God That her children will follow the spice routes From their personal Indonesia To sail the Maritime Silk Road With a cargo full of Saffron But this strange American man Makes love his trade But her waitress role defined Like the latitudes of a heart That sleeps in the tropic breeze Only to wake with him gone Into a myth she once believed But fallen like an idol into the sea
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Post by QueenFoxy on Aug 5, 2021 21:15:55 GMT -6
A scene that has played out millions of times down through the centuries. Sadly, the more things change, the more they stay the same.
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Post by goldenmyst on Aug 5, 2021 21:36:29 GMT -6
Fantastic tag my friend! Indeed the waitress at the Mexican restaurant was on my mind a lot late last night. Our last goodbyes were on a good note. But earlier she seemed to feel I was bored with her and looking for a new start with new people. She seemed dejected. So last night she was heavily on my mind. Even got teary-eyed. My friend Barry drove me by the Mexican restaurant two days ago. Stirred emotions for this woman whom I still care deeply about.
XoXoXo John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Aug 5, 2021 21:53:51 GMT -6
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Post by goldenmyst on Aug 5, 2021 22:06:09 GMT -6
I can almost smell the scent of your tag flowers. Goodnight.
XoXoXo John
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Post by QueenFoxy on Aug 6, 2021 10:26:16 GMT -6
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Post by goldenmyst on Aug 6, 2021 11:10:06 GMT -6
The floral fragrance is enchanting.
XoXoXo John
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Post by oldarmybear on Aug 9, 2021 14:47:32 GMT -6
such it is with past loves. Good write, John
Don
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Post by goldenmyst on Aug 10, 2021 13:40:44 GMT -6
Thanks a bunch Don. Greatly appreciated.
John
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