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Its easy to write,
A poem that means nothing,
As you sip your silly coffee,
And wait to be inspired,
The cafe creates the atmosphere you need,
Or so you say,
Wearing your hat tipped funny over your face,
It's called artistic fashion,
Or Trend following Materialism,
Whatever will you do,
Fantastic writer,
When you run out of coffee?
©2006-2009 ~fiendbethismouse
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~Frelont and I decided to write about a dozen lined poem on the basis of two years and a half before the world ran out of coffee. I don't know if this was quite what was expected, but cheers. {:
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Not what was expected at all indeed, but isn't it the point of this silly experiment?
It's amazing with how much spontaneity you got those words stuck in my mind.
Good job!

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Grayscale cityscape blends with you nicely.
Why thank you {:


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