My Coffee’s Turned Cold
My Coffee’s turned cold… No longer– the fiery young Mistress, who burned me. #MondayHaiku
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My Tea is Tepid
My tea is tepid. The leaves fall and cats eat doves. They cry in purple. – A Monday haiku
My Coffee’s turned cold… No longer– the fiery young Mistress, who burned me. #MondayHaiku
My tea is tepid. The leaves fall and cats eat doves. They cry in purple. – A Monday haiku