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peppermint thoughts
What'd the Wednesday night shrooms ask me to do?
Well, to remember, of course - up close -
what my sunbeam of a life is for.
And they thought
the cafe -
with its blooming trees,
silver bells of spring -
and its glimpses
into the coziest moments of
other lives -
the chance of meeting
interesting eyes
with my simple blissful smile -
all over the steam of some tea -
thought that would be nice.
They were right.
I just thought I'd come sit
and enjoy
my joy,
my peppermint thoughts
and I.
Well, to remember, of course - up close -
what my sunbeam of a life is for.
And they thought
the cafe -
with its blooming trees,
silver bells of spring -
and its glimpses
into the coziest moments of
other lives -
the chance of meeting
interesting eyes
with my simple blissful smile -
all over the steam of some tea -
thought that would be nice.
They were right.
I just thought I'd come sit
and enjoy
my joy,
my peppermint thoughts
and I.
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