Out Late

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‘Let’s wear out some memories,’ he said,

‘let’s kiss more

and use these old shoes

to relive some moments from great books

lost after midnight.

She didn’t know what he was talking about.

‘Dancing and gold bangles

clinging to each other

and night time strolls,

earrings and coffee sips.’

He didn’t know what she was talking about.

They looked blankly at each other

and couldn’t help notice

that the bus had gone without them.

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Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

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