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Reading at the bistro
With espresso in hand I sip the pungent liquid Mixing words with flavor To enhance the book I read Then she walked past Fragrance of flowers and Spring I caught her eye in passing I lost interest in my prose I found myself thinking Of her in conversation But she bought her coffee Handed in a paper cup She ignored my existence And fled as a pigeon flustered I turned back to my reading Another story with no ending
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