.
let’s get together…
for coffee and a chat…
chew the fat…
‘bout this and that…
have you heard…
not a single word…
can you believe…
too hard to conceive…
simply outrageous…
must be contagious…
lovely to bump into you…
so nice to see you too…
do it again sometime soon…
how ‘bout tomorrow afternoon…
.
©DGA 11 December 2011 13:42
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12/12/2011 at 12:14 pm
I remember when I was considerably younger, my mother and her village friends used to get together for just such events.
Thank you Denise.
John
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12/12/2011 at 12:40 pm
My mom and my aunts did too. And I have, more than a few times, lol! 😀
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12/12/2011 at 1:16 pm
Yep, I think it’s a girl thing 😉
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12/12/2011 at 2:03 pm
Bwahaha, imagine guys… hahah! Mind you… [smiles]
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12/12/2011 at 1:31 pm
Definitely a girl thing! Thanks Denise!
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12/12/2011 at 2:05 pm
I have to agree, girls! We do gossip now and then. 🙂
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12/12/2011 at 2:39 pm
The thing I like about this piece is its neutrality vis a vis judgement.
Yes, it *is* more common among women, but I have witnessed men doing it too on occasion. 🙂
The other thing this recalled for me was:
“Great minds discuss ideas; average minds discuss events; small minds discuss people.”
I’m not sure who coined that bon mot, but it’s for sure judgemental. 😀
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12/12/2011 at 5:25 pm
Men do it as well, but they keep it shorter and conversation briefer.
I haven’t heard that saying… but I see the credit goes to Eleanor Roosevelt. Thanks, Ben.
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12/12/2011 at 7:38 pm
Thanks. I’ll update my “Unclassified Quotations” file.
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12/12/2011 at 4:09 pm
smiles…that was fun….love how those meetings can spin out into afternoons of reaquainting…i dare say from a mans perspective this would have been an all the shorter poem…ha
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12/12/2011 at 5:27 pm
Oh yes, Brian, there is always so much to catch up on… and you’re quite right about men – they don’t embroider, lol!
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12/12/2011 at 4:36 pm
A nice upbeat poem for a Monday morning Denise. Thanks ( Here it’s morning anyway)
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12/12/2011 at 5:31 pm
Thanks, Jack. Your day begins as ours prepares to close. 🙂
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12/12/2011 at 4:48 pm
That’s one thing I miss terribly about being here. I used to get together with my friends for lunch every week at least once. I know nobody here. 😦
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12/12/2011 at 5:34 pm
That is sad, Liz. I’m sure it won’t be long before you make friends though. I was in much the same boat here but not any more. They are there, but just shy sometimes.
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12/12/2011 at 5:19 pm
Love this!!! Made me smile!
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12/12/2011 at 5:35 pm
I’m so glad, Jeannie! 😀
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12/12/2011 at 6:19 pm
Nicely poemed – I do love those get-togethers over coffee or lunch…
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12/12/2011 at 7:45 pm
Thanks Ruth, I love them too!
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12/12/2011 at 6:19 pm
Darling, Denise. Reminds me of the chats I used to have with my Great Aunt . . . who was interested in anything that interested me.
Especially when we shared it over a cuppa tea. 😀
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12/12/2011 at 7:47 pm
She sounds like a real sweetheart, Nancy! Wonderful – lucky you!
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12/12/2011 at 8:39 pm
Having just returned from an entire weekend of this loveliness, I can enthusiastically say that I do this whenever I can, Denise. People who matter are worth taking the time.
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12/12/2011 at 9:12 pm
Oh how I agree with you, Andra. It is so easy to drift apart if one doesn’t make the time.
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12/12/2011 at 9:37 pm
Oh yeah … coffee, tea and yada, yada, yada … such fun.
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13/12/2011 at 1:51 am
It’s like an instant tonic, Maxi!
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12/12/2011 at 11:55 pm
This is fab, Denise 😀 Sums it up totally. There is nothing, but nothing, like a chinwag.
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13/12/2011 at 1:55 am
It is wonderful to have the friendship, support and reassurance sometimes. And no one understands us better than our friends.
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13/12/2011 at 7:58 am
Love the fast paced nature of the poem which really picks up on the way women talk to each other, sometimes 😉
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13/12/2011 at 8:23 am
Yes, waterfall of words… but that’s not so often. I often think that happens when the women have been starved for conversation and they can’t get it all out fast enough, lol! Like opening the sluice gates of a dam, hahaha!
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13/12/2011 at 2:54 pm
When you have no agenda to start with, all conversations begin with such trifles.It’s a way of bonding. Sometimes the sweet nothings add great flavour to the emptiness. Nice Denise.
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13/12/2011 at 3:26 pm
Thank you, Sunamu. That is a lovely way to put it.
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15/12/2011 at 1:14 am
Love this delightful and clever poem 😀
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15/12/2011 at 5:44 am
Thank you so much, Bb. 🙂
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