The ritual of my addiciton
is not the only lie I tell myself
but it's got the most traction
so far.
Unlike the one about true
love, a lid for every
pot, soul mate fit
like a glove.
Can't brew that in your aeropress
or buy it from the cute
barista for two-seventy-five
plus tip.
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03 April 2013
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*Cheers*!
Posted by: Greg | 03 April 2013 at 08:16