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A robust, full bodied cup of coffee The resounding zeros and dated euphemisms The criminal and large and I sitting He has something to say I tell him to spit it out He says he knows I'm holding out on him and tells me to cough it up I adhere to his demand and pull out my rucksack and empty it out on the shellacked table Cream of tartar Cumin Cloves Bay leaves     Clovers Ginger Mustard seeds Anise A plethora of extracts and Madagascar vanilla bean I give in because this guy has a murderous track record nine miles long While I have a lifelong loosing streak I dare not try and petition him with defiant excuses and off the hook tones He needed these things to prepare a meal for his dying father He suffers from hangnails and trend followers As his son follows a dark path that is a far cry from a path that will lead to a career The criminal gathers the vials of herbs and spices with tears in his eyes and goes on his way I sit and finish my coffee unfazed and understanding To be continued...
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Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
Fair Enough
A robust, full bodied cup of coffee The resounding zeros and dated euphemisms The criminal and large and I sitting He has something to say I tell him to spit it out He says he knows I'm holding out on him and tells me to cough it up I adhere to his demand and pull out my rucksack and empty it out on the shellacked table Cream of tartar Cumin Cloves Bay leaves     Clovers Ginger Mustard seeds Anise A plethora of extracts and Madagascar vanilla bean I give in because this guy has a murderous track record nine miles long While I have a lifelong loosing streak I dare not try and petition him with defiant excuses and off the hook tones He needed these things to prepare a meal for his dying father He suffers from hangnails and trend followers As his son follows a dark path that is a far cry from a path that will lead to a career The criminal gathers the vials of herbs and spices with tears in his eyes and goes on his way I sit and finish my coffee unfazed and understanding To be continued...
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Colombian
Aug 12, 2014
Aug 12, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
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