A snug buggy.
A coffee and a hobby
next to the hubby.
Between the rows of chairs,
escaped worn-out bears.
The left elbow resting on the sill,
permitting right's write to the bill.
The most secret corners of soul
are meekly told.
The adventure's verbal manifestation,
tears
are followed written admission.
One's feet carrying forward,
the best performance of boots so far.
A knock.
Whatever it was,
kilometres on the clock.
A sight escapes,
the hidden nuance waits.
Come this far.
Next time by the car?
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