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: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr 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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