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The Purloined Coffee

like a night fairy you invaded my side of the room stealing my coffee hot handed like the money with which it was procured selling poetry composed with heart and sore fingers holding ballpoint pen put together the old fashioned way carrying the books everywhere I go asking anyone interested to buy a copy now thanks to you I have to purchase more of this daily necessity with what is left in my wallet

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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