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[[!meta title="Ode to the Bagel Girl"]]
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We stand waiting for the 253 to Redmond
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The fog sits lightly on our tongues
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Cigarette smoke blending in
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I walk to catch a glimpse of the bagel girl
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(who works the second shift,
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from noon to eight on weekdays).
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Oh bagel girl, make me a cappucino.
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Brew the espresso dark and heavy
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Froth the milk thick and heady.
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Tell me you love me, bagel girl.
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Ride away with me
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Into a cream cheese sunset.
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I wrote this on the bus home. There was a young girl with a beautiful
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face sitting at the front of the bus, and I kept looking at her before I
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started to write. I was laughing so hard as I wrote this, that she
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started to get pretty self-conscious.
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