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subtlepersona

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Coffee

I am all day the coffeehouse
I hear laughter, clanking mugs
tell stories, flowing water
bring me jokes, slinging shots
and sing songs, frothing ch ch
whisper words, pouring brew

I am all day the coffeehouse
at night I am dreaming of honey gold espresso
in the morning I'm yours again
truly

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