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Husband-Father-Businessman-Artist-Biker & Traveller!

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Andy Bell

The Slow Day

The Morning's nearly over

So what should we do…?

No customers in sight

A beckoning you

The sound of the door

A thought to deliver

It's only the Postie

Delivering a letter!

His Mail Bag I reckon

A signal to call

Brown, White window envelopes

Impatiently fall

An overdue payment

an Invoice, a Bill...

Are calling to credit

The payment withheld

Withheld for a reason

A Cash Flow of Sorts

Due to the Season

a Customer Short

Short is a Station

a moment in Time

A feeling half empty

to what you will find

A sound at the Door…

the telephone line

A Client a Customer

a Payment Divine!

 Poem: written by Andrew.w.j Bell ©

                              09.08.2002