The ladies at the bakery
know my melody
Coffee
milk no sugar.
The first time I sang for them
they seemed surprised.
What strange notes
without sweetness.
They thought me bitter.
Nobody sang like that
But me.
Now, two years later,
when they see me in the door
we all start singing
And then I’m on my way.
Apr 6, 2018
Apr 6, 2018 at 3:19 PM UTC
The ladies at the bakery
know my melody
Coffee
milk no sugar.
The first time I sang for them
they seemed surprised.
What strange notes
without sweetness.
They thought me bitter.
Nobody sang like that
But me.
Now, two years later,
when they see me in the door
we all start singing
And then I’m on my way.
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