coffee Posted on September 16, 2019 by davidguerrieriwrites When Hemingway writes coffee but doesn’t really write about coffee I crave it Taste it I smell it’s sorrow And pour a cup As the morning becomes I And I the morning’s passing Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInRedditTumblrLike this:Like Loading...
Ah! This is much appreciated coming from you sir. Thank you. Here’s to the next. LikeLiked by 1 person
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I really like this, great work.
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Ah! This is much appreciated coming from you sir. Thank you. Here’s to the next.
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You’re welcome. I don’t comment often, but I enjoy your work.
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When you write coffee now it’s all I want
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