The aroma in this cafe, that wafted out the door,
Enticed it's customers to smell it some more,
To tatse it's delicacies, to eat it's pastries
Food so delicately constructed, flavores creatively adjusted,
Music played soft and loud
But delicate stirrings inside demanded,
That local and world peace be blended,
But that coffee house newspaper tight in my clutch,
Did not agree so much, so I left the Cafe Latte place
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