Hebrews Coffee, I Don't
I walked into a diner, it hurt.
Stepped inside and grabbed a seat.
She gave me a menu.
I looked it over.
She asked what it was I wanted.
“Chicken fingers, please,” I replied.
“Chicken fingers, you shall have,” she said.
Where Dreams Are Dreamt.
I walked into a diner, it hurt.
Stepped inside and grabbed a seat.
She gave me a menu.
I looked it over.
She asked what it was I wanted.
“Chicken fingers, please,” I replied.
“Chicken fingers, you shall have,” she said.
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