My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
Aromatic and sweet,
Purely a treat when
Pumpkins are prevalent.
Liquid love in abundance
Every sip makes taste buds dance.
Crushed and filtered,
In quarts or gallons,
Doughnuts come in tandem
Even apple pies will suffice,
Respite ripe for the pickin’.
(C) Walter J. Wojtanik – 2017
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My heart envisions what my eyes refuse to see. ~Poet Walter J Wojtanik
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