The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Tempting Fate Over Coffee

I buy my coffee and read a while Get a refill And then write a bit But then there are mornings In which I cast custom To the winds Let fate know I give not A whit So instead I buy my coffee and write Get a refill And then read for a bit A daring change of habit But one’s soul must at times Be allowed to fly free Am I a creature of habit Oh no, No…not me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Allison Avatar
April 6, 2015 at 3:02 PM
I can relate to your write :-) I like to go down to the local beach sit and listen to the waves and write ... other times I simply sit at home with my cup of tea - change of scenery and routine gets the creative juices flowing :-) Hugs jan xx
Cervenka Avatar
April 6, 2015 at 1:06 PM
We all are slaves to our routines...or is that our coffee? I like the smallness of the change. It's not a lot, but sometimes if feels like everything. ~Jan
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