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Sixty Seconds Of My Mistake
A French cafe in time and space,
where I would face,
you sitting there,
with your eclair.
One minute where worlds collided,
fates decided,
to my regret,
that our eyes met.
Sixty seconds of my mistake,
at buying cake,
stood in that queue,
when I blamed choux.
Copyright ©
Martin Challender
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