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In A Cafe
by Garrison Keillor
When Love is lost, the laughter’s good and gone, The sun sinks down, the heavy fog rolls in, Nothing is left to say and you know that no good Will ever come of this, Life will never again be miraculous. Tall dark woman in the café, I see How the tears glitter in your blue eyes. You drink black coffee for bravery And weep onto the front page of the...