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    They tell me to adaptFit in with where I’m atAnd when I do, how comeThey tell me to go back to where I’m fromI found the corners in whichI seem to blend wellThe shades that complementMy obvious differencesAnd I accept and adoptThese new and different waysAnd when I do they sayDon’t forget the place from…

  • I like the color of my coffee

    I like the color of my coffeeIn the morningFreshly brewed with a splash of cream It’s a color I feel warm under my skinIt feels like homeFor here or to go It’s the color of everythingThat makes life possibleAn impersonation of our simplest pleasuresCozied in our favorite mug I find it new every dayCan you…

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