BLACK COFFEE NO SUGAR NO CREAM

MISSCHRIS Second Cousin Posts: 5	BLACK COFFEE NO SUGAR NO CREAM Apr 28, 2004 18:32:24 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by MISSCHRIS on Apr 28, 2004 18:32:24 GMT -5 This is a new author and she is a great poet. Check out her new book of poetry at www.authorhouse.com/BookStore/ItemDetail.aspx?bookid=23838. The book is also available at Barnes and Noble.com.
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Simply_Uneque Administrator Do I really look like this... attitude and all?? Posts: 3,805	BLACK COFFEE NO SUGAR NO CREAM Apr 29, 2004 8:22:08 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Simply_Uneque on Apr 29, 2004 8:22:08 GMT -5 Did someone else has a book with a similar title?
	Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

MISSCHRIS Second Cousin Posts: 5	BLACK COFFEE NO SUGAR NO CREAM Apr 29, 2004 9:53:43 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by MISSCHRIS on Apr 29, 2004 9:53:43 GMT -5 There's lots of book with the title Black Coffee but not with the subtitle No Sugar No Cream.

Simply_Uneque Administrator Do I really look like this... attitude and all?? Posts: 3,805	BLACK COFFEE NO SUGAR NO CREAM May 3, 2004 7:57:47 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Simply_Uneque on May 3, 2004 7:57:47 GMT -5 MISSCHRIS said: There's lots of book with the title Black Coffee but not with the subtitle No Sugar No Cream. Oh... okay... thanks!!!
	Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.