Coffee ShopA Poem by Patrick DanielSelf explanetoryI come in and see familiar faces, I see people in their usual places I place my order and grab my drink, I go to the back room where I can think, It’s not very long after taking a few sips, I create stories, where the brown liquid drips. © 2014 Patrick Daniel |
AuthorPatrick DanielRedlands, CAAboutI'm an un-published writer currently working on a novel, who also likes to write poems in his spare time. I also post short stories from time to time. more..Writing
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