An Ode to Coffee

A little poem for you all!

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Mmm… what’s that smell?
Engulfing, twisting,
Twirling, curling
With feeling; so warm and well.

Oh… and such a bitter taste?
Biting, waking,
Just a bit shaking;
No cream, to keep it dark… and chaste.

And the heat,
Barely discrete
Until the liquid
And your lips meet

Ahh… coffee;
Brewing, frothing,
Sipping, sitting,
Making the morning, just for me.

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