
Frank Kemble
Joined January 2018
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Sun Adoring
So, this morning there was this tedious, slow thinking; An urge to forge, through the drinking of a coffee black, merged from the steam for my tongue to smack; So illicit it became, for I could not refrain, from drinking my thoughts, for whatever was sane.
By Frank Kemble8 years ago in Poets



