Hey there Bill Gates, could you throw me a bone
Just a cool million or so, then I’d leave you alone,
I’d open a coffee house, with many poetic features
Where bards could declaim like radical preachers
I’d serve all sorts coffees, tasty teas and fare,
Poets young and old would gladly gather there
To fellowship, learn and impart their knowledge,
It would be far more amusing than any college.
I dream of such things, that are sweet as honey,
Now if only someone would lend me the money.







Take care & keep smiling!!

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