Saturday, December 17, 2011

Freshness in a Cup

It's warm outside

I sip my coffee

I light a cigarette

Puff, blow, sip, stare

I love the calm of morning air.

The sun's dawning

Making tree leaves glow

Brilliant, fresh with dew

Yellows, greens, reds, blues

I'll make this day anyway I choose

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