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Category: Pain Drown, drown, drown in pain As it floats out of my own soul; Deep, deep, deep down into the earth it goes As it pours out my mouth as overflows. Deep, deep, deep my fingers dig the ground As I try burying the hurt; Choke, choke, choke with the dirt, myself can’t breathe As too deep down I go, I go, I go. By Carmen Silva Written Nov. 1st, 2017 Email: carmensilva@yahoo.com Twitter: @Carmen_Silva2 IG: @carmen_silva_actress Website: carmensilva.net
Month: November 2017
Read Poetry: At The Coffee Mill Bistro, by Merv Nickleman
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I certainly got my fill, at the Coffee Mill, At the Coffee Mill, when I ate their breakfast grill. A truly awesome place to state the truth, Probably the reason Justin Bieber visited Maynooth! There’s damn fine coffee and pie. Super friendly staff, easy on the eye! Don’t let the moment pass you by, Grab yourself the daily special Chicken Pot Pie. I visit there daily still, For their phenomenal soup with Basil and Dill, I guess I always will, My home from home, at the Coffee Mill. (Inspired by the lyrics of the song – Blueberry Hill) —- My poem is dedicated to my home from home and the awesome gang at the Coffee Mill…
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