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Apr 2014
she make me coffee
on Saturday mornings

She makes me happy
On Saturday mornings

sometimes can't tell
the difference

but she makes me
on Saturday mornings,
see the differentiation

taste the differings,
color coded clearly,
she doesn't even ask
See?

needed not,
she hears me whispering,
in a foreign tongue,
vive la diffΓ©rence!
9:33am the eyes are out of control
Nat Lipstadt
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Nat Lipstadt  120/M/nyc
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