WhiteRays
Monday, October 30, 2006
[Short Verse] Coffee
Am back home, tired and weary
So has it travelled miles, the coffee berry
Seeds of coffee, blended, mixed, & filtered
Aroma of which, makes my mind careen unfettered
Swirl a little storm, dark & brown
And leaving behind a smile, is my frown
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