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Strawberry Crepes

Saturday Morning -

It's a little cloudy,

It's a little windy.

 

Text: We're going to get brunch

So get ready.

Thoughts: I'm hungry! It's getting late

and we have to go to a birthday party.

Baby. hurry!

 

Menu: I can't have anything heavy,

Me and my girlfriend were out yesterday.

To the lady: Strawberry crepes for me, please,

I'll also have a caramel macchiato, and...

Can you add a Perrier? Thanks.

 

Across the table: What is this moment?

It's not butterflies, there's no knots in my stomach.

I think it's love...it's definitely happiness...

This is straight out of a movie...

 

No, nothing speacial happened.

It was just a cloudy Saturday morning

But there was enough Sun to hit our window,

And I just couldn't believe

I was living that moment.

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Written by
arturo-hernandez
Mexican
Published
Feb 23, 2016
Lines·Words
22·130
Tags
#love#happiness#girlfriend#bliss#morning#saturday#brunch#cafe#perrier
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