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Coffees And Cakes
In the jargon
Of adult rhymes
There comes a time
When allegories
And metaphors
Encase the doors
And windows
Of that tiny
Coffee shop
With tables on
The sidewalk,
The aroma of
Leather and beans
Flirting over
Chinese slate floors
And a place
Near the corner
For the Mystical Lady
To share coffees and cakes.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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