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Good to the Last Drop (Free verse) by Bonehiss Swirling wisps
Of smoke and ash,
Evidence of my fury,
Float high in cerulean sky.
High above the evergreens,
And then vanish
Into the crisp morning air,
In but a mere sliver
Of measured time,
To chase your spirit,
As I stare into the fire.
Transfixed.
Thinking of you,
And what I've done.
Drinking coffee.
Black, bitter, and strong.
As perfect as my hate.
Up the ladder:
Meditation 01
Down the ladder:
Joshua goes to Canaan
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Posted: January 14, 2003 8:14 AM PST; Last modified: August 22, 2003 6:15 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.119203 Overall Rank: 5733 Comments:
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Jeremi B. Handrinos @ 24.126.113.154
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14-Jan-03/10:33 AM
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minatory. i like it. great title too.
Hate the titled. Mrs. Folgers and all that. We share a word. Weren't you once some other name?
Yes, MMoore. As far as the title goes. I like it. No, I hate it. No, I like it. No, hmmmmm. Any sugestions?
Cafe sans Lait.
Morning without you. There is no sugar can unbitter this final cup.
You're the bomb. I'm thinking again.
Yes. YESA!
The best I've read of yours and love line 4 -9
Is amp.
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