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Morning coffee watching the rain and sunshine.
Smiling to myself about last nights mojitos, music, and more.
Fotune cookie delights - but out of bed too soon.
Oh the hedons we had and the feet scoundral hearded.
The morning was bacon.
Hugs goodbye and promises of seven futures.
Mmmmm, have another sip.
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I would believe only in a God that knows how to Dance.
Friedrich Nietzsche
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