poems no coffee March 26, 2013by heather anne pounding in my head a broken coffee machine weep in the morning Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
I was just told that I cannot have coffee, tea, or orange juice because they are acidic. I am not crying about this yet….but…I’m thinking about it. 😉 Reply
Some call it red 
Wow! Sounds like it all really happened.
Everything but the weeping… okay maybe even the weeping…. 🙂
I think my poem would always say “out of coffee”!
Opposite for me. I had three cups today and now I feel awful.
and yet.. I envy you.
Each one had latte art done on it too. Made it that much more delicious! :]
I so relate to this.
I’m sorry for both of us.
Perfectly describes a broken coffee maker morning!!
I was just told that I cannot have coffee, tea, or orange juice because they are acidic.
I am not crying about this yet….but…I’m thinking about it. 😉