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Our Habitual Cup of CoffeeWhat is it that we crave each morn When half awake we are In that habitual coffee cup We must have first - by far? Morning comes and we think we are Awake - while body sleeps. But, that fresh scent of coffee brewed Sure brings us to our feet. So, here's to coffee freshly brewed, No matter brands or names. Kick starter to our day ahead Filled with our work and games. W.C.Hull © 20041110 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Send Feedback/Comments
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