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TEA COFFEE

Poetry By: poewhit
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NOTHING LIKE A SIP.


Submitted:Dec 5, 2007    Reads: 195    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


In the late night hours.

When feeling down and dour.

Into the cup to fit.

Ready hot for a sip.

The air fills with aroma.

Putting my mind in coma.

With a hand bold.

Fighting outside cold.

There to the waiting lips.

Bliss with the quiet sips.

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JESUS SAVES





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