At the table behind us, there are two construction types and I briefly overhear what one of them says:
"His heart broke when she died and for the rest of his life he took it out on every woman he met."
And I think how poetry is found in the most unusual places.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Eavesdropping at Tim Horton's During Lunch
Written by
Elizabeth -
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9:15 PM
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