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    A Table for One
    A Table for One
    A Table for One
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    A Table for One

    By Lynn Reebe

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    At a table for one,

    in the Carolina sun,

    I turned off my phone.

    I prefer to be alone.


    Id rather be here, sipping my wine,

    At this table for one where I now alone dine,

    Than hearing reports on CNN news,

    Politicos spouting harebrained views.


    Id rather be sitting here all alone,

    Miles away from TV or phone,

    Oblivious to all the anger and hate,

    Lost in thoughts of my own simple fate.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTrafford Publishing
    Release dateAug 8, 2013
    ISBN9781490708416
    A Table for One
    Author

    Lynn Reebe

    I am a retired elementary school teacher who lives at the New Jersey shore with my husband , Chuck, and my small dog Barney. I enjoy writing poetry and belong to two writing groups. My poetry deals with social issues, nature, popular novels and movies, and mankind's amazing ability to overcome adversity. Although most of my poems rhyme, some of them read like prose. My favorite female poets are Edna St. Vincent Millay and Emily Dickinson. I have been previously published in Echoes of LBI , a popular coffee table magazine, about the culture and history of Long Beach Island.

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      © Copyright 2013 Lynn Reebe.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written prior permission of the author.

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      Library of Congress Control Number: 2013912815

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