In the Departure Lounge

In the departure lounge,
she drew him near,
then softly whispered in his ear,

not words of parting’s
sweet, sweet sorrow,
but DON’T FORGET THE BINS tomorrow.

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	brianbilston on Days Like These – availa…
	Judy on Days Like These – availa…
	Sarah Wilce on Refugees

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