The Typewriter
T he
y ears of
p ounding words
e ndlessly through
w ee hours of the
r esounding nightfall are
i ntertwined in an era of
t inged smokey rooms where creative
e ntrepreneurs like Hemmingway took
r ecesses for caffeine and stronger brews.
4/24/13
Copyright © Debra Mundine | Year Posted 2013
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