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Blonde girl with her cigarette,
Calling coffee shop home,
6 am she's smoking,
To the espresso's gentle drone,

Eargerly drinking coffee, 
An old man on his phone,
Blondie wonders, (pen in hand),
If coffee shop's HIS home?

Shuffle go the collars,
White and blue and black,
From lexus to coffe to lexus again,
The daily journey (and back!),

Blonde girl with her cigarette,
Searching for the moon,
Knew at daybreak she'd been up,
To long, rather than too soon.

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