We used to call them 'the lovebirds':
you couldn't miss them -
they were like some miniature, but very human, sculpture;
in their sixties I'd say,
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This is great Michael. I love poems that allow me to be there, to look out of that pub window, or wander down the street during those times, and what a human ending about the rubbish. I see you are having a great day today. H
I really love this poem! ! Reminds me of my parents (if they would've grown old together and lived a healthy, normal life.) They happen to be polish and both within 1 inch of 5 ft tall too...very touching poem. Sincerely, Mary