Wednesday, February 1, 2012


disclaimer: this is completely incorrect and atrocheeous. (see what I did there?) (trochee is a word that's accented on the first syllable)...

the cold makes the corners of the windows so white.
coffee and my dear are my morning companions.
quiet words about the Maker are spoken with delight.
for me and my friend are daughters of Zion.
little laughs come from both of our young lips,
as we share our life's joy.
from our coffee, we take many little sips.
and the rain falls, so coy.
the greyness of the day beckons us near.
ah, how lovely is today and are you, my dear.

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