They sat close together at the small square table
Two ladies lunching, demure and cultivated
Maybe wrongly, I surmise they're unrelated
But I sense a friendship of many years
Together, through laughter and many tears,
Hair recently coiffured, sprayed with earthquake-proof hold
They appear interchangeable, sat side by side
Both dressed similarly, much refinement implied
Wondering if replication was planned,
Is one's life entwined in the other's hand
Conversing together in whispers, discreetly
Both are similar in height, possibly five foot three
Crudités and Prosecco consumed so daintily
I think I'll call them Maureen and Mable
Ladies who lunch at the small square table
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