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| 88. Coffee I passed the time just me and my coffee Sitting quietly by the street The aroma of happiness filled the air String flavored beverages and perfumes so sweet I smiled and chatted at all who did pass Sipping the essence of friendship as it warmed my soul Others came and went as people often do I sat contently enjoying life without a role Despite my best intentions my cup became empty Serenity turned to knowing, relaxation was at an end I gathered up my paper and other such things Morning was at a close, my work now to attend |
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