MORNINGS ON MAPLE STREET

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Mornings At The Bean

Mornings At The Bean
 
Another glorious dawn
   follows me over the mountain,
   down to the valley,
   and into the Bean.
 
At Tony's table by the window,
   Eric and the gang
   play a sweet fiddle tune.
At another table,
   Ziggy and Ron and Tommy
   laugh and chatter and pick on Audrey.
She just smiles -
   she is always smiling.
 
Little Hannah smiles that same smile,
   as she circles 'round on her tricycle,
   then climbs up on the chair next to Carl.
Her world is full of old men
   who drink coffee.
Like her mother,
   she will grow up loving people and life
   in this quiet and gracious little city.    
 

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