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Company

I don’t really care for beer
But buy it anyway;
“Cause folks keep stoppin’ in to call,
Sit down and then they stay.

I’ve nothing much to talk about,
I’m perfectly okay
Cloistered in the woods alone,
No need for other’s play.

To occupy the visitors
As they sit in silence perched
Upon a couch or easy chair
Into which they’ve lurched,

I offer up a beer to drink
And another take for me,
To dull the dearth of silence felt
In awkward company.
Published inPoetry

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