Sunday Morning Coffee
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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