a leisurely breakfast
by a quiet garden
sun streaming through glass
all he had asked for was love
and eggs
that were poached not too hard
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a leisurely breakfast
by a quiet garden
sun streaming through glass
all he had asked for was love
and eggs
that were poached not too hard
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