Poetry and coffee <br />These two exist <br />All else the world's great dross. <br /> <br />Alone these two exist <br />On a quiet rain swept morn <br />Before the fever starts <br />And daughter unbidden <br />Embraces my neck with her small arms.<br /><br />Bill Grace<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poetry-and-coffee/
