Some two or three years ago I wrote this poem
When I’m feeling blue
This is what I do
Take myself to Borders
In Starbucks place my orders
A coffee and a muffin
A mag. with lots of stuff in
Add an easy chair to sit in
What could be more fitting
To while away an hour or two
Till I’m no longer feeling blue
This is what I do
Take myself to Borders
In Starbucks place my orders
A coffee and a muffin
A mag. with lots of stuff in
Add an easy chair to sit in
What could be more fitting
To while away an hour or two
Till I’m no longer feeling blue
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