Wednesday, February 07, 2018
Here Comes the Sun or Memories from a Coffee Shop in Coney Island
Scenes from an old coffee shop in Coney Island where we used to go...too much sugar in that small cup made your tongue taste sweeter than it should have. It must have been me, must have been my fault. I had no idea, I had no clue - I still have no idea and have no clue - but I can act the part and write the lines myself.
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2018 at 06:06PM,
Coffee,
coney island,
February 07,
Freddy Zalta,
love,
memories,
poem,
Some Poetry,
sun
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