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Grandma was a Sipper

Dippers, drinkers, smokers, sippers. There was always bottle or can-openers Because mom was a Coca-Cola lady. She would have a Coke daily. Grandma was a coffee lover of one brand or another. Coffee made her a thinker. Daddy was a very hard worker And a heavy cigarette smoker. But also, a weekend whisky drinker. He was certainly a Camel man, But I don't remember the whisky brand. I watched Grandma slowly sip from her cup. Every morning, the hot coffee picked her up. Most often, she would sip from the saucer. And as she sipped, it was a joy to watch her.

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