I could hear the traffic move,
Porsche and lamborghini groove,
the cafe was busy, my coffee was hot,
i was feeling dizzy until my eyes caught,
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ran out of door, very good, I like it, I love it. I invite you to read my poems and comment.
Across the stand of staring eye's, beneath the rows of ripe fig trees. One fig for me is all that's left to eat.....iip