Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Luxury

Luxury.
A second cup of coffee
And morning turns to afternoon.

By Jeremy Jennings
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Anonymous said...

Jeremy Jennings is poet and classical composer.

September 14, 2010 at 8:59 AM

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