Coffee Shop Poem by Angela Wybrow

Coffee Shop



I enter the already open door of the cafe,
And a delicious, coffee-flavoured warmth
Envelopes every inch of my very being.
I love the aroma, though hate drinking coffee.
But inside I feel such excitement at the sight
Of the amazing cakes my eyes are now seeing.

Friday, October 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: food
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Angela Wybrow

Angela Wybrow

Salisbury, Wilts, UK
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