We all have our favourite seat
the men and women that I meet
whilst mermaids smile and serve us tea
and feed us intravenously.
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In this cheery place of mine
bare arms are soaked into a shine
then wares are touted on a tray
the best we take the less to pay.
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In this lively, loving place
anxiety etched on every face
my comfort is a cushioned chair
a pillow and designer hair.
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In this café where I go
Life’s mélange is all on show:
black coffee corners of our minds
tenacity and mermaids kind.
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