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The Sky is Blue


Cute starbucks dude
asked how do you do
to which I replied
"the sky is blue"

He looked confused
with pink cheeks I
stood, waiting for my coffee

My best friend laughing
and starbucks dude
asking, "what?"

I picked up my coffee
and left without
a word

Now I get my coffee at Einsteins
 

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