Array ( [sid] => 125183 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Coffee [time] => 2006-09-01 04:33:17 [hometext] => [bodytext] => Every morning when I awake,
I set up the coffee for to make,
The pleasing aroma heightens the senses,
The first cup has me jumping the fences.

Today didn't start as every other day,
I skipped the coffee and have to say,
The hammers pounded in my head,
I truly wished I could be dead.

Tonight I made a promise to myself
In the morning the coffee would be first off the shelf!
And while its pungent aroma enfolds my senses
I'll think about leaping and jumping those fences.



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Coffee
Date: Friday, 1st September 2006 @ 04:33:17 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: StormyNites
Every morning when I awake,
I set up the coffee for to make,
The pleasing aroma heightens the senses,
The first cup has me jumping the fences.

Today didn't start as every other day,
I skipped the coffee and have to say,
The hammers pounded in my head,
I truly wished I could be dead.

Tonight I made a promise to myself
In the morning the coffee would be first off the shelf!
And while its pungent aroma enfolds my senses
I'll think about leaping and jumping those fences.





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