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"Get me a cappuccino, with toasties, flavored in Jalapeno.'Anything special for the cappuccino?He asked, the waiter chivalrous.'Follow the ideal doing, grind the beans just before brewing.Use spring water, for softened water, makes a horror.A parley perfect, between the coffee, and the milk, with some, brown sugar thick. (Poem: An apology of a coffee lunatic, Book: Ginger and Honey)"
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"Each drop that fell, had a story to tell.each smile that curved, said a million words.(Poem: Our Existence, Book: Ginger and Honey)"
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"A flame that flickered, And a soul that whimpered, A candle that blazed, And a fragrance that raised. The flames were fed the same, But one remained diminished, While the other touched vintage!"
"He is deaf, and keen to accept, any economical operation, that will correct his situation.He visited the doctor best, and started talking on subject, like the after - effects, and if any threats.The doctor medically checked, and asked him what he expects?He expressed, he wants to be addressed - in words, and not in signs.And how keen he is, to have his ears listening.He wants to listen the echo of, sun - set over that crimson dawn.He is keen to know, the sound of, a blooming rose.He wants to know what it sounds like, when a seedling grows.But Doctor - if you say: You are incapable, then I better get away, for then there is - nothing worth to be heard, in your seemingly wordy world."
"The mirror it was and life it spelled, The road ahead, and the time past stepped, All gathered in one; one to all paired, My life is so different from all the world's threads.My breaths are mine, my woes are too, If my life were put through you, You sure would unlikely pursue, It should be left for me to gather, I am its sculptor, mine would be the hammer."
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