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'A Cup of Coffee'

"And what if we catch-up
To write another story
Or recite a poetry
Over the same titled date
A cup of coffee.
Filled with little softy
Or a scoop of banoffee
We'd capture the same furniture
And pretend to be in some
Art gallery.
Holding the cups softly
I'm sure we won't act like
Zombie's.
A Cup of Coffee'.

- Pushkin Channan



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