
Torvaldr Torgarson's Poetry
Torvaldr's Ogre AS XXXVII 7/18/02 Grumble! Crash! In grating Growls the ogre rises. From its lair stalks, flee with Fear to reach the potion. Brown and bitter are the Beans, from high on mountain. Steaming water steeps the Savior, hope arises. Laughing at myself for my dependence on coffee, and my morning grumpiness. |
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