Yesterday began sunny, but the grey
Took over gradually, till the cats
And dogs fell torrentially, but while they
All puddled Piccadilly, we two sat
Talking of dreams and money, hours of chat
Touching gently through story, opinion
And stolen glances only, or to pat
Each others’ hands quite quickly, touching on
Some point we both found funny, gentleman
And his soon-to-be lady, till the way
Was clear for us to see, that this was that
Fortunate opportunity, and on
We walked to Piccadilly, and away
Went rain, unnecessary brollies, hats
Sun 18 Jan 2009
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