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I take it black, but for the tears
I love the lovely coffee ladies of the Rossini's and Cumberland Farms morning shifts. They always have a smile for me, and in the case of Rossini's have a tall cup of sweet black warmth poured by the time I reach the counter, for they know me. I need only nod.
They are my radiant dark angels of good mornings.
They are my radiant dark angels of good mornings.
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