Magazines strewn amongst,                                                         ­                         
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mis-matched coffee cups,                                                            ­          
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white rings on the tabletops,                                                       ­                                 
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We are just getting
up                                                               ­                                             
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You yawn & look at me,                                                              ­                  
                                              ­                                                                 ­                making your way, groggily,                                                        ­                        
                                        ­                                                                 ­         
rub your eyes sleepily                                                         ­                   
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  as we exchange, ''good
  morning ''                                                               ­         
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Hair sticking up in the air,                                                             ­           
                                                                ­                                              
neither one really cares                                                            ­              
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 Noisily pulling out a
  chair,                                                        ­                  
                                              ­                                                                 ­ 
both of us, with feet
bare                                                             ­                 
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Coffee smells
permeate,                                                        ­                        
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as it drips &
percolates,                                                      ­                                    
                            ­                                                                 ­             
begging us to take a
taste                                                            ­                      
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  Aren't Sunday mornings great?