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May 2015
I see the same old dudes
every day
down at the coffee shop.
Rain or sun,
it doesn't matter,
they're always
sitting,
sipping their cups of Joe,
trading stories
& wearing the same clothes.
Some wear tattered field caps.
One has an eye patch.
Some things never change.
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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