Coffee for KingsA Poem by MikeandikeA short poem that I wrote about a man I always saw at a restaurant.there's a man, who sits at his table. Splenda and a napkin dispenser adorn his throne. his loyal subjects stumble into their seats. the servants bring him bread and wine, perhaps he is some kind of divine? perhaps he's only a man.
and so he waits, to get his fill, of coffee that is. newspaper tapestry, he's strewn all about. is he waiting or is he wishing... © 2012 MikeandikeReviews
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3 Reviews Added on March 6, 2012 Last Updated on March 6, 2012 AuthorMikeandikeAkron, OHAboutWell, I'm Mike. I'm attending the University of Akron and majoring in Music Education. However, I'm also a budding foodie. You might find me to be a bit pretentious, but hey, it's not like I'm pointin.. more..Writing
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