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Geremia

Mar 31, 2013 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Virgin Butter

VIRGIN BUTTER

I never liked re-heated espresso
stale Italian bread for the dunking
spread with early morning butter
pricked by an onion stick
the night before.

Burnt rubber and rancid
nausea and acid.

How I miss those year’s
my very best years
of continental breakfast
all together.

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12 years 3 months ago

anything virgin

anything virgin
is precious sweet
an everlasting memory of the
one first love who was

so many down the Thames
have lost

theirs

now
forgotten

12 years 3 months ago

Nice,

Nice,

I meant to say "all together". This wasmy breakfast before I keft for school. :)

12 years 3 months ago

my breakfast

would have been something like above
haahha
I know what you had meant
virgin ....
was to draw the bees

12 years 3 months ago

Joe

They say that we are getting old when we start reminiscing, so what's your excuse lol.
Good writing there loved the theme, Yours Ian.T

12 years 3 months ago

Now, who's getting old ? :)

Now, who's getting old ? :)

Thanks,Ian, I enjoyed writig this one.

12 years 3 months ago

Joe, I is

We have lived, we live, we will live, let us not worry about the choice, as there are greater things than us that will decide.
Take care out there, Yours Ian.T

12 years 3 months ago

Dear Joe

I often think of old times and a big part of those are meals spent with family at celebrations, sometimes just breakfast with my mother (who I miss everyday)

a wonderful poem I thoroughly enjoyed

love your Jayne-Chloe xxx