Balanced At Last
who knows when....
where or why....
what 'how'....
happens
whyever however....
wherever whenever....
whosever 'whatever'....
triggers
the need
………………………………………................
tim hortons drive-through
(my offset cafe')
cassette tape dreams playing
...................................................
medium dark roast : l
three sugar : /
and one espresso shot please : I
thanks....have a nice day : )
stan sand
Copyright © Sand Blown | Year Posted 2020
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