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For Granted
Sometimes one forgets
Or takes for granted
How absolutely exquisite
A top drawer cappuccino
Or latte can be,
Not one of those
Automatic assembly line
Productions by someone
Hurrying to get through
A novice line up, but one
Where the freshly roasted
World class beans are ground
Just for you, where the art of
Making your cup of coffee
Unfolds before your eyes,
The aroma, the first sip,
Like your first glance,
The first whiff of her
Perfume, first touch,
First kiss, when the magic
Of love inhaled you
Are forgotten, are
Taken for granted.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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