i reach the main street, a sigh
i could drink coffee; have a pie
talk to owner’s pretty daughter
she asks about my mom forever
brings some affection deep inside
she surely does; i never try to hide
i sit in the corner, watch them come
listening to their stories on the lamb
wondering why it’s same as yesterday
but they do love it; creates harmony
maybe part of their lives being there
wonderful feelings; awesome to share
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