Coffee 11-08-2021
My eyes can barely open,
My mind can hardly think,
Everything is sluggish,
’Til I smell that coffee stink:
I scarcely need to taste it,
For before it meets my lip,
The day becomes more vivid;
More so with every sip!
Copyright © Alfred W. | Year Posted 2022
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