Morning CupA Poem by Willard WellsAromatic coffee coming fresh from the pot to my cup. My day is complete since I'm having that first cup.
A smile on my face, picking up the pace, now that I've had that first cup.
My thoughts are racing as I charge through my day, at monumental speed, since that first cup.
It's time to wind down, day coming to night, but my heart still racing, since having more than, that first cup © 2015 Willard WellsReviews
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3 Reviews Added on November 30, 2015 Last Updated on November 30, 2015 AuthorWillard WellsSacramento, CAAboutPhotography and words are my activities to try and keep an over active mind under control. For the most part my pieces have been short since that's how I'm wired. I would like to write something longe.. more..Writing
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