While I intend much of my blogs to posses much more meaning then this mere poem about a coffee ring, I must say it is good kick off to much deeper topics. I would rather not drown you in insanity right away, so let's keep it simple for now, shall we?
There's a coffee cup on the table, already there is a ring. Its been sitting there all morning, when I needed the caffeine.
But then I got so busy , and totally forgot,
About my cup of coffee, and all the coffee in the pot.
So now I sit here at the table, in dire need of sleep,
Staring at my cold coffee, and its ugly little ring.
Adelaide '06
With that said, I'm off to commit a slow form of suicide...self inflicted lung cancer. It probably won't have immediate effect, so stay tuned for future blogs.
This is so cool! Well then, i guess i won't be swimmin' in no lakes! :)
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