"When I write stories I am like someone who is in her own country, walking along streets that she has known since she was a child, between walls and trees that are hers." --Natalia Ginsburg

Monday, 27 February 2012

Ode to Coffee

....Hot dark and strong, my morning strength,
my wake up song, drip, drip, drip into my cup
don't be stingy--fill it up, black and feisty
or sweet with cream, to greet the day
to chase the dream--Espresso

Sumatra, Arabian too
keep on pouring--- I'll be nice to you
-D Ness

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