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"Coffee and Cigarettes" I woke in the morning Thinking of having Breakfast in bed on This sunny Sunday. Silver dollar pancakes So little, so round And golden brown: Lathered in butter, Dripping syrup Or maybe Your favorite Beehive honey. Eggs light and fluffy, Spinach and cheddar, Sprinkled with a dash Of salt and pepper. Then on the side A bowl of sliced fruit, Like ripe strawberries Or some cantaloup, And a nice tall glass Of fresh orange juice. But you weren't here So I settled instead For a bachelor's choice: Coffee and cigarettes.
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