i smell the coffee <br /> <br />with you <br />my third mourning <br /> <br />but this time <br />i sweeten <br /> <br />maple syrup to <br />blackest crude acid i <br /> <br />open the windows <br />draw a blind <br /> <br />leave <br />the door unlocked <br /> <br />that much easier <br />with practice over time <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />resh 2012<br /><br />Randy Resh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/time-of-day-3/
