Whose coffee is that? I think I know.
Its owner seems quite happy though.
He’s full of joy like a vivid rainbow,
I watch him laugh. I cry “Hello!”
Unaware of his drink with me
He savors the one he got, with glee
I watch him in awe, a bird so free
He catches me looking and turns towards the sea
With shaky legs, I approach the man
A conversation hence began
He shakes my hand, his name is Bran
In turn I say, “My friends call me Ann”
He held my hand and by him I sat
I met his friends, Matthew and Pratt
With passion they talked about mortal combat,
It was then I knew I have to leave the chat!
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