◇Day 17. Coffee◇
The rusty bell on the door rung,
And the light filtered through the glass pane.
The school girl walked in crutches and in pain.
And asked for a cup of coffee and bun.
The foam bubbled in melancholic promise,
As the girl sipped the burning liquid,
Her sour face shifted,
To a meditated feeling of solace.
She sighed as she reclined in her chair,
As the senses beyond relief began to flare.
Rhyme Scheme: abba
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