From cottage…
One pays for wrong timing; missing signs, accidents’ penalty.
Though we wrote back and forth for set time, still I, was early.
I wrote text, she wrote back and offered: “Relax in Tutti Frutti.”
One woman, a normal attractive Montreal’s with sunshine of smile
She served all…
Time said Nine and things changed
Colleagues came as did the clients, one by one
New World started, apocalypse, like smoke in bees’ hive…
In my case she sent text; had reached home
“I am coming” I replied.
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