![]() Thursday ClubA Poem by Richard MReserved' sign on Table One, so crave that morning sun, to get out, to get about, debating whose turn to shout. When we meet it's a weekly scene of what we've done, and where we've been. Coffee's calling, it's such a creed, but way beyond simple need. Coffee sets for a brighter day, meeting friends in that little cafe. People come, people go some we meet, others we know, sipping coffee on the go they fade into the day. I love watching people in the street, rushing by on busy feet, they come to talk, to stop awhile, their various lifestyles. We've been meeting since I can't remember when, and a lot has happened from there and then. Thursdays seems to be the day, when all seriousness goes astray. Through the years friendships rare, in help, support they're always there. Catching up the weekly news, and what's a week without a joke or two. Her beautiful smiling face, just a happy, friendly place. I saw a dog, now my day's complete, looking expectant at their master's feet. Sunny days, raining too, that coffee maybe home delivery, but will always get through. © 2025 Richard MFeatured Review
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3 Reviews Added on December 17, 2024 Last Updated on April 23, 2025 Author![]() Richard MCowra , New South Wales , AustraliaAboutHi, I'm Richard. It says I'm new, but have been here for some time. I live in country NSW, Australia. I was born with a severe handicap, but have always lived in 'mainstream' society; family, scho.. more..Writing
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