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Up and down
All over town
Seeing the sights
Hearing the sounds

My feet and legs
Begin to tire
My muscles ache
I feel on fire

I walk up these stairs
And grabbed a chair
Sat by the window
And took in the air

The green table cloth
Riddled with holes
Reeled back memories
From the days of old

A cup of java
Two sugars no cream
In each short sip
Same time I dream

Smiling at its simple charm
Relaxed and calm
Reminiscent of days
When I hardly gave a damn