Friday and Rainy Days

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Cold coffee

An oversized flannel

The pen I stole from you

That notebook I always carry

The rain, mercilessly pounding at the window

The rain soothing my troubled mind

The cold coffee reminding me of the hours spent

The flannel, smelling like home and perfume

The pen, heavy in my hand

The notebook, scribbled and wondrous 

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