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Thursday, January 28, 2010
"Black Coffee: A Limerick"
"Black Coffee: A Limerick" a poem for the darkest saint by jake kilroy.
Black coffee, you keep me tethered, grinding me so worn and weathered; you're the darkest dream as I don't take cream, and I feel so tarred and feathered.
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