Coffee the French way, Mon Amour.A Poem by Randall I looked at it, it had a foamy look to it, though just on the top. I looked at you, You smiled and said it's the French way without the tongue. I drank it all, running my tongue around the rim to get the last drop of you. Bless the French.
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