Undercaffeinated
Slow the beatOf heavy tired feet
That pound against the unyielding track
And the fog-shrouded brain insists on drifting back
To the blithesome coffee, abandoned, growing cold,
The mug listless fingers yearned to hold
That now must wait its while:
One more mile
Poetry by Lady Courtaire
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Written on 2021-05-21 at 20:37
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