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| There's a boy who works at Starbucks |
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| Who is | very inspirational. |
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| He is | very inspir | ational be | cause of many things | . |
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| I come in at 8:11, and he | smiles and says, "How are you?" |
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| When he | smiles and says, "How are you?" |
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| I could | swear my heart grows | wings! |
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| So to | day at 8:11 |
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| I de | cided I should meet him |
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| I de | cided I should meet him |
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| In a | proper formal | way. |
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| So to | day at 8:11 when he | smiled and said "How are you?" |
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| I said " | Fine, and my name's Kristin" |
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| And he | softly answered, " | Hey." |
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| And I | said "My name is Kristen, and | thank you for the extra | foam | " |
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| And he | said his name was Taylor, |
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| Which pr | ovides the inspi | ration for this | poem: |
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| Tay | lor the la | tte boy, |
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| Bring me | java, | bring me | joy! |
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| Oh | Taylor the | latte boy, |
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| I love him, I | love him, I | love him |
| So I'd like to get my nerve up |
| To recite my poem musical. |
| He would like the fact it's musical |
| Because he plays guitar. |
| So today at 8:11, Taylor told me he was playing |
| In a band down in the village in the basement of a bar. |
| And he smoothly flipped the lever to prepare my double latte, |
| But for me he made it triple! And he didn't think I knew |
| But I saw him flip the lever, and for me he made it triple, |
| And I knew that triple latte meant that Taylor loved me too! |
| I said, "What time are you playing? And thank you for the extra skim " |
| He said, "Keep the $3.55," because this triple latte was on him. |
| Taylor the latte boy, |
| Bring me java, bring me joy! |
| Oh Taylor the latte boy, |
| I love him, I love him, I love him |
| I used to be the kind of girl who'd run when love rushed toward her. |
| But finally a voice whispered "Love can be yours, if you step up to the counter, and order." |
| Taylor, the latte boy |
| Bring me java, bring me joy |
| Oh Taylor the latte boy |
| I love him, I love him, I love him. |
| So many years my heart has waited, |
| Who'd have thought that love could be so caffeinated? |
| Taylor, the latte boy, |
| I love him, I love him, I love him. |
| I love him, I love him, I love him. |