Coffee

Day one of my odyssey, or is it day two?I’m not really sure. It’s a wonderful view.The people are happy, their faces sans masks.I’m having a coffee, negating my tasks.Today I’ll see Hannah, our first ever meet.I hope she won’t run off, and she’ll be ‘alreet’Colloquial words don’t oft enter my poemBut worry ye not,… 

Day one of my odyssey, or is it day two?
I’m not really sure. It’s a wonderful view.
The people are happy, their faces sans masks.
I’m having a coffee, negating my tasks.
Today I’ll see Hannah, our first ever meet.
I hope she won’t run off, and she’ll be ‘alreet’
Colloquial words don’t oft enter my poem
But worry ye not, it’s a trait that won’t go on.
So, I’ll just sit here and devour me brew
Coz as yet I have NUFFIN (that’s fuck all) to do
Just watching the world as it passes me by
And you know what? I’ll never stop wondering why.

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Adam Adamson still is an awesome shag... Well he is. Honest. But whatever, he has always loved to write, even before he could write. Its been a passion of his since he realised that others would read his stuff and get a little emotional. That gripped him really. Was it good or was it crap? Anyhoo! Enjoy reading what i’ve scribbled and who knows… one day it might make sense.

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