精華區beta poetry 關於我們 聯絡資訊
I had a false image of coffee Some were bitter to the core Some tasted just like milk Until the day I found Vickey Then she brought me a pot I hesitated for a while Then got ready for the penalty To my surprise Heavenly joy slipped through my tongue Bitter, sweet and sour magic Played like pinball wizard. At the night in my dream I saw the same pot of coffee. As I was about to drink, The clock woke me up. I open my eyes and there was No coffee in my sight. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 61.229.136.226 ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 61.229.136.226 (04/28 14:38) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 61.229.136.226 (04/28 16:43) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 61.229.136.226 (04/28 17:03) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 61.229.136.226 (04/28 20:46) ※ 編輯: korn31910 來自: 61.229.136.226 (04/28 20:54)