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Yule Logs

Yule Logs.  

The wood delivery came this warm, sunny afternoon.
The wood man wanted cash; he dislikes checks I do not 
blame him, why should he pay tax when the likes of
 Starbuck pay almost none. I usually drink coffee at 
the local café, but tried Starbuck´s once, coffee with milk
 wasn´t enough, they kept talking about “latte” No, just 
coffee with milk…please. A friend of mine, who has gone 
to school, came over and sorted it out; what I got  was 
foamy and didn´t taste like coffee. I don´t think our wood 
man drinks coffee there was faint smell of wine about him,
- it was after lunch-, police officers leave us alone here in 
the deep, dark valleys of upland of Algarve.

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  1. Date: 12/24/2012 9:06:00 AM

    Dear Jan, A friend of mine, who has gone to school, came over and sorted it out; Starbucks, too complicated and too strong. Woodman waits until after noon. Very sensible. love, Kathy

    hansen Avatar jan oskar hansen Date: 1/2/2013 3:34:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    thank you Kathy
  1. Date: 12/23/2012 5:59:00 AM

    The Algarve is great... Your poem too... Terry

    hansen Avatar jan oskar hansen Date: 1/2/2013 3:34:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    thank you Terry
  1. Date: 12/22/2012 5:51:00 PM

    very interesting story poem!

    hansen Avatar jan oskar hansen Date: 1/2/2013 3:35:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry

    thank you andrea