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Hoarder

I collect tins and bags of coffee, Hector brings me, for future barter. Some unknown calamity, I will have all the coffee. Tins and bags of gold, a hoard to protect. Safe passage, ammo, maybe a scarf for a loved one, my mind creates endless outcomes. I' m hoping coffee is in short supply. 11/16/13

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Darlene Gifford

Date: 11/4/2014 4:15:00 PM

Hoard all you want, James, because when I run out of coffee, I'll know who to visit! I hoard books, so maybe we can make an exchange! But you might not like mine because I underline, make notes in the margins and turn the corners down on favorite pages.

Nette Onclaud

Date: 11/16/2013 7:04:00 PM

i hope you can spare me a cuppa coffee, jimbo... a delightful piece than can be raed aloud at drake's... wow :) huggs

Nette Onclaud
Date: 11/16/2013 7:45:00 PM

hope your mom is feeling better..:)

Shadow Hamilton

Date: 11/16/2013 5:47:00 PM

much enjoyed this humorous write Jimbo coffee king I will know where to come lol Shadow x smile hug

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 11/16/2013 3:41:00 PM

If Coffee is power, you are destined to rule the World! I enjoyed this humorous piece.

Sara Kendrick

Date: 11/16/2013 10:42:00 AM

Enjoyed reading this one..I am glad that I chose it today..There are some who are doing this for sure..Sara

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 11/16/2013 8:49:00 AM

Very witty, Jimbo

Tim Ryerson

Date: 11/16/2013 7:24:00 AM

It has been a LONG time my friend...You haven't missied a beat...You are very wise to do this (If it's yourself you refer to) because I believe this 'unknown calamity' will surely come....