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Poetry and coffee
These two exist
All else the world's great dross.

Alone these two exist
On a quiet rain swept morn
Before the fever starts
And daughter unbidden
Embraces my neck with her small arms.

Bill Grace

Saturday, July 21, 2007

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Padmanabhan Ananth 02 February 2014

Subtle poem about offspring's affection. Good one, Bill. I wrote one titled 'Coffee Poetry'. I invite you to read it and comment. -Paddy.

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Sandra Fowler 19 September 2007

Simplicity raised to the level of fine art. Very touching. Warmest regards, Sandra

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Colin J... 21 July 2007

Lovely poem, simple and true. Colin J...

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