It’s Sunday’s breakfast time
I sit at the kitchen table
My wife sits right across
Peanut butter spread on toast
Cream cheese and gooseberry jelly
On the French radio music from Francis
The coffee is hot, the tablecloth is neat
My whole world is 60 square feet
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Beautiful!
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