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The coffee *** gurgles and coughs its Aromatic reaction. A nosey sun squeezes through the Kitchen curtains. Eggs hiss from the skillet And last night's pints whisper. And Monday is a thousand miles far.
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
Saturday Morning
The coffee *** gurgles and coughs its Aromatic reaction. A nosey sun squeezes through the Kitchen curtains. Eggs hiss from the skillet And last night's pints whisper. And Monday is a thousand miles far.
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Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 12:51 PM UTC
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