Strange happenings.
Coincidential concurrences.
Disconcerting and confirmed.
In a wild weekend East end pub.
A collection of three sheets to the wind.
Friends from yesteryear, today.
We hadn't arranged to meet yet there you all were.
A chance joining of our stars.
Complicated fans of a crazy haze.
A million miles from calm.
Ready to disarm.
Scary random racing.
Rapidly followed by the bearded man from Scotland
A regular passer by ready to introduce himself.
How many times had we passed and smiled?
I knew all along where you came from.
And with another ready smile you confirmed.
Recoiling when you found what you'd stepped into.
And all of this at the end of words and faces full of future forms.
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