Latest Scoop, Hottest Brew

A cup of coffee at the shop I hold so dear,

with temperature so low and Jazz melodies I love to hear,

when I say we meet up and share the latest scoop,

that's not the cream I mean, 

just as cold and even more delicious,

the strings of my heart come back together, forming a team. 


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