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Night Life
Sitting behind the counter eyes weary from the trials of night life some more kids stumble in time to flash your complimentary smile What'll it be? Some coffee, dessert? Or maybe just a friend. Want a refill, Hon? How about some emotion? It's on special today. It only costs a few kind words. Do you think you could spare the change? Seems like not many can these days I swear, it doesn't hurt too much, most likely not at all. It's all right if you haven't got the time. Is that all? Count out your feeble attempt at appreciation with the coins scattered across the table. "Have a good night," you call, as another group of kids stumble in. This never ending process is stuck on repeat. --9/21/01
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