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Our paths cross with countless strangers,  

Strangers who may never be more than a coffee encounter 

Or an empty seat on an otherwise full bus. 

But  maybe for the cost of coffee

Would come a million dollars?

Who knew that strangers 

With only one few hours to their credit 

Would lead to 

That long coffee which cost you 

That missed train, which led to

That empty bus seat, next to

That stranger, whose brief correspondence 

Sparked a thought.. Born of casual banter

Evolving into your next best seller. 



For those of you who have wandered into this site WELCOME ! :)

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