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Coffee on Gleneagles
I used to live here
in the ambience of free spirits
watching roads rushed by fuschia cars
and socialites mingling in the next door bar.
Sipping on my gelado
with friends around the table
taking in the aroma
of perfected arabian beans.
Bougainvillaes shadow us
as we sit here enjoying the day
local bands fill up our ears
whilst they sing and strum away.
Such a saccharine place
with colour air and sun
a smile on everyone's face
the day has just begun.
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