
Every day at the Coffee shop
In the corner
Where a group of men
Would chat and start their day
With a cup of coffee or tea
As the day goes by
That bell over the door
Rings with students
That come to study in peace
And as the sun goes down
The elderly get around a table
Where long-lasting friendships
Were made
Alex
Nice post, one meets new people and probably make friends at the coffee shop
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Thanks
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Such a concise and affectionate evocation of the café near my Great Aunts home in backblocks Italy! People are people everywhere. So nostalgic for me, lovely! Thank you for this memory jogger.
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Cool
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Oh, such a wonderful piece! Enjoyed reading it!
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