Sunday Morning Coffee

Poem

Up and at ‘em

Swing your legs around

Pants on, grab ‘em

“Drip, Drip”, what’s that sound?

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The morning hits hard

My senses are mute

The dog to the yard

That smell is absolute

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Awaken with a sip

Of the glorious drink

The one made with a drip

Saving you from the brink

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Sunday morning coffee

Is the night’s slayer

Caffeine does it for me

Cream, the divine layer

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All hail the wonder

The universal vice

Breathe and surrender

But first, stir twice

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Posted Jul 24, 2022, 11:42 AM UTC · edited

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