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[aid] => mick
[title] => Pot Of Coffee
[time] => 2004-12-27 07:40:46
[hometext] => I awake so often and often so early.
[bodytext] => Pot Of Coffee My shoulders and bare arms uncovered Never could take heat Sticking out are my feet I stirr still in bed Itch the baldness of my head Scratchy eyes that still hold night vision Indesion Should I stay in bed or a new day discover Not thinking I just react I throw back my blankets into an unruly pile Still I linger for just awhile Another night spent like a heated cat This afternoon I shall take a nap God willing Wife isn't shilling I put my feet on the carpet track Hand in shorts I ajust my thing and scratch my behind My shirt is in the kitchen hanging on a back of a chair My pants hanging right there I got the coffee pot ready the night before I await quiver and shake ready to pour It seems like the coffee pot knowingly takes it's time I look out at the early morning midnight sky Stiff neck and achy back My sore shoulders hanging slack To the bath room for that morning dribble Awhile longer I will be feeling terrible A tinge of awakness I smell the coffee pots aroma I'm starting to come out of my night time coma After all I didn't die Sweetner and a little creamora that first coffee I pour Emencly enjoying Savering On the web I commit to writting a poem I do this many a morn The rising sun looks cold A shimmering band of gold Cool grey morning clouds with the softest touch of orange Another coffee and another I emptied the pot o'brother I scoop some grounds over the old Then fill the pot with water just so Just like that I feel awake A pot of coffee is all it takes Already its nine o'clock I hear my wife stiring around for her socks I didn't sleep for crap I hear her mutter Sinned [comments] => 1 [counter] => 244 [topic] => 23 [informant] => Sinned [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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