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Except Her
Coffee
Every now and then
A cutie comes by,
You know, a gal
Well past her twenties
Hotter than a heat
Wave sun,
Full of fun,
Around the block
Enough times not
To take herself and things
Too seriously,
Except her coffee,
Screw it up
And in a flick of a Bic
Moment she’s gone.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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