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#*For Yue **** Yidhna* And All Who Brew Morning Poetry  for the World You are neither barista nor priestess Even though perhaps a little bit of both You do not serve either McDonald or Tim But rather the supplicants who approach Who plead with you to offer them the Cup Of transient peace and hope in this sad world A layered paper chalice wherein is borne Colombian savour, healing and warm And it is from your hands that they receive A special blessing, and strength for their day
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Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
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#*For Yue **** Yidhna* And All Who Brew Morning Poetry  for the World You are neither barista nor priestess Even though perhaps a little bit of both You do not serve either McDonald or Tim But rather the supplicants who approach Who plead with you to offer them the Cup Of transient peace and hope in this sad world A layered paper chalice wherein is borne Colombian savour, healing and warm And it is from your hands that they receive A special blessing, and strength for their day
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Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 2:38 PM UTC
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