I used to mock my father and his chums
for getting up early on Sunday morning
and drinking coffee at a local spot
but now I’m one of those chumps.
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Hi Edward -Remarkable poem, Someone disappear around the corner of your dream like the sun during sunset, but is a lot of a sunrise still waits forward, who knows... :) But till you have the coffee still warm and bitter. 10..... Best wishes, Tsira
It is always fun and nostalgic to write, dream, think, or talk about yesterday. There is a little story that everyone loves to hear: the souvenir of yesteryear.