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in a donut shop
by Philip F De Pinto
I espied through the fog
looming in my cup o' joe
a single girl
pecking at the lips
of a single boy
and were it my place
to rise from my seat
like the steam in my cup o' joe
I would stumble over to that single boy
and council him not to squander those kisses
he is at present receiving from the miss
and to save as many as he possibly could for future reference
for thereafter they are hitched
those kisses will begin to dwindle at a maddening pace from the mrs.
if not go altogether extinct
01/20/2013 Posted on 01/20/2013
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