Lost and looking
By mcmanaman
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Remember about heartbreak I say to the couple kissing
but they don't hear me because of a motorbike going past.
I'm trying to find the cafe my parents used to go to
when they first knew each other before they were even
boyfriend and girlfriend. I hadn't really planned to
but my dad has mentioned it a few times recently
and I've always loved coming to Sheffield, partly
because it's where my parents first met and partly
because of Jarvis and whenever I'm here for work things
no matter how inconvenient it is I go there for a jacket
potato or that kind of thing. The first time I went there
I stole a spoon. I decided that every time I went there
I'd take a spoon but straight away I realised it was silly
I'd see it in my cutley drawer and think what did I do that for?
But have you ever felt anything more tangible than a spoon?
Has there ever been anywhere that looks like it will give you
answers more than a cafe?
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So sad and so true. I have a
So sad and so true. I have a spoon from my grandmother, nothing special about it but I know she stirred hot drinks with it and that energy is trapped inside it. Jarvis speaks the truth.
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I've read about the book
I've read about the book thief, spoon thief is a step up or down, What matters is love.
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'I had some dreams, they were
'I had some dreams, they were clouds in my coffee' - Carly Simon 'You're so Vain
Great poem, Mcmanaman A lovely personal and widespread ramble. I like your line break between jacket and potato, it leads me to think 'donkey jacket' first
.Spoons tut, tut I just take the sugar sachets and little UHT milkpots
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