Because it’s like a vintage
Washing machine, a poetic-o-matic.
A coin operated
Hieroglyphic.
A wandering in cahoots
With soil and sun.
A trouble that follows
Me, sewn right into the ambulation.
The running of the planets
Into fate and life and a cup of coffee.
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A poetic-o-matic. I love it!
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Thank you!
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Great poem.
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Glad you liked it, Diana!
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so much depends on a cup of coffee ; this poem has its values right 🙂
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Haha. Yes, can’t start the day without one. Thanks!
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Love the “coin operated / Hieroglyphic” Great work, Bob!
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Thank you!
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coin operated hieroglyphic… lovely!!
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Thank you!
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A cup of coffee, cappuccino is my choice, … and a great ending, poetry given voice, …✨
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Thanks! It’s a small thing, but there is something grand about that morning coffee.
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turn that damn crowded, smelly (like soap) laundromat into poet-o-matic…brilliant, turning the mundane like that into a “coin operated hyroglyphic.” …..Bob rolls on. Beautiful!
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Thanks Steve! keeping on top of laundry! Go Brewers! and yikes, do those Yankee stink.
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