I sat at a bar to eat some chicken and waffles
I drank my coffee
As much as I wanted to
I added to my story
Of how elated I was of my solitude
Don't steal my money
A lady stands close to me
She opens up an umbrella
And the tears now only came from the sky
You are gr8
But nope...
Dec 14, 2015
Dec 14, 2015 at 2:05 AM UTC
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