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penny for a lost thought

sat at the edge of a lonely penny
are slivers and swatches that bled
of a memory that had been misled
over and over, one time too many 
its feet dangle, toes wriggling, tickling
as would villi, but on the outside
of a famished yet entertained belly

 

 

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early brew

Coffee ☕️
It’s much too early
For mundane things
Dream of night
Each morning brings
Too many thoughts
This thinking stings
☕️ coffee
Hot, sweet, full
Bodied flavour
Brew a new....
Of old and borrowed
Im☕️ginings

 

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