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Miss-Meat-Me
I sit here
She came in
And set over there
Not here
Near me
Where an empty seat
Full of loneliness waited
So I sit here
Alone with solitaire
She sits over there
With her private thoughts
The same thoughts
I suppose that
She came in with
I didn't know
How lonely I was
With my solitude
Until she came in
And sat over there
Not near me
Here in Timbuktu
And she in Marseille
Written by Ted Joans (1928-2003)
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