Ode to Brown Ink.

Posted on by MrBinks

Coffee. You beautiful Brown inky bastard.
I love you.

If I didn’t wake up with you every morning,
I don’t know what I’d do.

Your taste. Your aroma. Your silky smooth caress.
My lips.

You wake me up. You make me creative.
Make me…

Me.

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Peter was born and raised in Dartford, Kent by two loving parents - who were also born and raised in Dartford, Kent by their loving parents (who were also born and raised in Dartford, Kent). He has travelled the world (been to Spain twice) and met many different people (some from Surrey, others from Essex, one Glaswegian and a Spaniard named Santiago). Peter doesn't hold any awards for writing, but is the proud recipient of the Sensible Soccer knockout cup 1995 and the 2005 EA Sports FIFA European Championship. He lives alone with his wife, 2 children and incontinent dog.