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Jim's Revised
“Jim’s”
I dragged my self, through the door!
The carpet was new, they just swept the floor.
The mirror was clean, it was perfect and straight!
I looked at it hard, my body ached.
The smell of coffee, hung in the room.
The pie’s I like, are warm and new.
The skies are clear, traffic light.
The breeze was blowing, pie's cooled just right!
I sat there waiting, for her to show.
I waited forever, till the early snow!
This place was special, I’ll call it my mine!
A place called Jim’s, her’s and mine.
William J. Roney III
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