Saturday Morning

November 27, 2008
The sounds of crisp pages- so sweet
The world between the lines
Tends to sweep me off my feet.
Steaming from my well-worn mug
The coffee venting- black-
Enveloping like a hug.
Curled up against the soft chair
Deep into my own world
Among my friends- without a care.

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