What twenty years?

Eating outside
I see a man I know.
But don't really.

He looks at me
and assumes I do
But I don't, really.

I point at him..
he looks at me
And says "Mike, Industrial Finishes. "

Twenty years disappear
In an instant.
But, not really. U

We catch up.
We might see each other again
In twenty years.

He's now an 8 handicap.
He hasn't been wasting his time.
Not really.


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