Earnest Endeavour Poetry 6. I was sitting, at an outside table of a caf in Holborn, enjoying a cafeti re and a baguette when a guy who appeared homeless asked if he could sit at my table. I told him of course he could. A member of the caf staff came out and told the guy, in no uncertain terms, to clear off. I told the caf guy to hold on because the man was my guest. He looked me up and down, taking in my perfect, black, three piece suit and impeccable...
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