Making this coffee
It truly seems to be
Blessing wishes freely
To brew some for thee
Under the yon coconut tree
Dreaming by the azure sea---
Singing to the bee's
Beneath verdant canopies,
Buzzing flower to flower
Looking like lazy daisy heads lower'd
Heads are not like sunflowers
At all but, something sweeter,
Glistening nectars
Needed by nesters,
Baby bumbles and others
Otherwise known as bears---
Chugging java cups
Keeps them coming back up
Trees in mind's eyes
To concoct more java
You seem to need a lotta,
So I'll attend to us
Breaking rules is a must
Do, doing dances of joy,
Ground down in coffee ploys.
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Kathy J Anderson
Multidisciplinary, Penning words, crafting rhymes, dabbling in artistry, tending to her garden - a creative soul with many hobbies, she crochets, gardens, creates and shapes her own designs; making jewelry, doodles in Zentangle, A.I. art.
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