Someday they'll toast
buckets of brew
a spicy elixir
this poem or that
meant a library
expiration dates renewed
stains tears damage noted
fines charged
all that elegant vanilla
under the bridge
dog paddling
to catch up to ginger
cardamom cloves
black pepper
cinnamon.
More or less describes my 2013. Troubles with libraries and a summer's mania for drinking chai.A fine brew, this poem.
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