![]() Orange MarmaladeA Poem by Avery ColtWhat I miss most are the sausage and
eggs We used to fry up after. The toast with Orange marmalade. The pitch black coffee. The steady companionship when we
crossed The limiting boundaries of our
different Genders, and did that merely common
most Human thing two lovers can, ate
breakfast. © 2014 Avery Colt |
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Added on January 17, 2014 Last Updated on January 17, 2014 Author
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