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Two hot coffees One carried from my beat last night To the next mornings city Where I split my tab And wait for my article to charge In light summers wand I wasn't a jazz
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Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 12:08 PM UTC
I have two cups
Two hot coffees One carried from my beat last night To the next mornings city Where I split my tab And wait for my article to charge In light summers wand I wasn't a jazz
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Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 12:08 PM UTC
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