Poem: Waitress.
Waitress.
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She is always friendly
With a welcome ‘How D’you Do’.
A bone thin personality,
But through pressure of family duty
Rather then by dictate of fashion.
Careworn and sinewy, with home dyed hair,
It is the beauty of her changing eyes
Flowing endlessly between grey and blue
That sits permanently in my mind.
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