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The waitress speaking in Thai accent
Seated us at the corner of fortune cookies
We said, 'Thank you', bows and whispers
Afraid the bamboos will hear our secrets
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Looking about, the room caught the Italian
Talking to his wife looking pastafied
We listen to his chinese philosophy
A couple customer came in
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Gentle winter breeze
Disturbed the chimes silence
Our smiles, an inch apart faces
Decided to join the crickets
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