He'd sit on that quiet cold concrete chair
In the playful park,
Would leave when the last child left,
Sipped constantly from the bottle in his pocket,
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A sweet bitter memory poem. its nice and descriptive. i like your pure and honest style of expression in your poems. thanks for sharing.