
“I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.” T.S. Eliot
One More Mouthful As I stare into the dregs I suddenly realise that I never liked Winston, all his blather about coffee, not delivering taste riled me. I stare at my empty cup and desire one more mouthful, the smell tantalises but the flavour seduces me completely. I touch the rim and feel the strength of the residue, a drink not to be forsaken for the lighter pleasures whose flavour never lingers. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
Yesss!
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Ha, a fellow addict – many thanks 🙂
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👏
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Many thanks
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Yumilicious.
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Ha, yes indeed, thanks Ron …. another cup.
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Very well described!🧑
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I didn’t think you liked coffee, but I’m easily confused😂. As I’m reading this post enjoying an English toffee latte. I tried to go to tea as a hot drink but nope☺️🤷🏼♀️
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Wow!
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Yeah! I needed a coffee afterwards 🙂 Thank you Rupali
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😀
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Yes, add me more. ☕ ☕ ❤
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Absolutely 🙂
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Good tidings, All the way into the next year.
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Thank you, and also for you 🙂
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C o f f e e ☕️ 🥰
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Yes! More!
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What a grounded (no pun intended!) poem full of mindful details.
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Thank you so much LuAnne
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I think coffee is okay…that’s all just okay. I know that is shocking to coffee lovers.
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Yikes, it is amazing 🙂 lol, but so is tea.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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You too 🙂
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Yes I totally agree but in the days when i wasn’t a coffee drinker I didn’t understand to fuss but now I do – you once again have put it so well in your creative words
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A true convert
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Although I don’t care for coffee, I like this lovely poem, Paul. Oddly, I do like the aroma of coffee! 🙂
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Thank you for sharing this – and – Happy New Year
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