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In a lots.

Submitted: March 11, 2016

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Submitted: March 11, 2016



Cafes are so cool, when no one challenged you

In a Cafe I wrote the story

Abundant of words came and got trapped

Lots of words were lost in the air, like never were written

Cafe in blue, Cafe to pass thru

Some are dark, some kind of bright, if curtains are up-open

People come to have some work done

People know they're late, one shall not be their fate, nor wall in the middle

In a Cafe I get the aroma

And the aroma gets me the muse, and the muse brings more for the day

Still, amongst us, one takes aim, one to be blame, one is wrong

love my Cafe, live in a Cafe.

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