The SipA Poem by snowynohe set the grind to fine twelve cups overfilled the grinder with Sulawesi bold he ground them up shook the grinder and ground them more he tipped it over like a burnt igloo onto the bleached filter room temp water after a twenty second pre run poared slowly into the pot he pushes the button strong he looks at her back and hears the click click of the keys he smiles to himself she'll feel the love in the first sip she takes three sips back to back "It's good, Good and strong." © 2008 snowyno |
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