Oh, Coffee
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1 min readAug 17, 2020
Oh, coffee thy sweet love is so pure,
Late nights, long morns — you’re the only cure;
But with one small trip,
You’re spilled in a blip,
Now, this short meeting of ours is a blur.
Oh, coffee thy sweet love is so pure,
Late nights, long morns — you’re the only cure;
But with one small trip,
You’re spilled in a blip,
Now, this short meeting of ours is a blur.
Freelance writer, English professor, Bardolator, part-time reasoner, infrequent blogger and consumer of coffee and other fine caffeinated beverages.