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[lwoodbloo]

This empty page is fucking taunting me. So, I'm gonna fill it with a poem, you fuckers.

Sometimes love
Presents as a lone dandelion
Blooming amidst a morass
Of trash and antifreeze
And some people
Would just pull up that weed
And discard it to the wind
As nothing
But an instrument
To make a wish with
Sometimes love is consummated
Over a cup of coffee
In a chipped cup
In a diner
At three am
And that love
Is as precious and wonderful
As dinner at a five star restaurant
Because maybe beauty
Is in the eye of the beholder
And sometimes coffee
Cements the love of two good people
As well as a good chardonnay

Comments

really?

[(Anonymous)]

you know tha reminds me of what I used to do or still do infact.. diner coffee does have that certain appeal to it doesn't it?
I don't know what it is.. it just does!
mmmmmmmmmmm coffee good (going to make some now)


hehe

look foward to seeing u soon :)
in the meantime take care
Casey

response

[(Anonymous)]

Hey, uh, Elwood, it be me, the long lost justin bishop!
You write good, damn!
check ya later- dinner burnin!
jb