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The strong smell of coffee hit the breeze or the fan Driving it to my smell, to my nose with a plan What a blessing, what a gem To be in a Coffee Shop at 9:30 Am The sound of the chimes ringing, the glass doors swing in The coffee lashing tin, the sound of the songs come so thin How happy the sounds to them In the Coffee Shop at 9:30 Am Friends, business men, students, and fancy women Anyone could be here from hero to villain Where there's peace and mayhem In a Coffee Shop at 9:30 Am The ceramic mugs heat to the touch With the temperature of the air conditioning and such The dangiling of my skirt from waist to hem The feelings I have in the Coffee Shop at 9:30 Am The final taste of cake with coffee, mixture of frosting and bean Last gulp of strong Arabica until the mug is clean Still my favorite place from now and then Me in a Coffee shop at 9:30 Am
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC
Coffee Shop 9:30 am
The strong smell of coffee hit the breeze or the fan Driving it to my smell, to my nose with a plan What a blessing, what a gem To be in a Coffee Shop at 9:30 Am The sound of the chimes ringing, the glass doors swing in The coffee lashing tin, the sound of the songs come so thin How happy the sounds to them In the Coffee Shop at 9:30 Am Friends, business men, students, and fancy women Anyone could be here from hero to villain Where there's peace and mayhem In a Coffee Shop at 9:30 Am The ceramic mugs heat to the touch With the temperature of the air conditioning and such The dangiling of my skirt from waist to hem The feelings I have in the Coffee Shop at 9:30 Am The final taste of cake with coffee, mixture of frosting and bean Last gulp of strong Arabica until the mug is clean Still my favorite place from now and then Me in a Coffee shop at 9:30 Am
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Sep 24, 2017
Sep 24, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC
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