On a Bench in Cabbagetown

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You spent your last dollar

On coffee and banana bread

So I would stay a little longer.

We watch cars fly down

The empty streets, avenues

And this city is strange

At least I have you.

The lines on your face

Map the hours we spend

Stringing us along.

Your mouth is dry

And I'm better off alone

So we sit on a bench in Cabbagetown

And that's the way life goes.

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