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A strong blend I crave , the scent of French roast , or Italian is euphoric
It's the first thing I think of in the morning as I awake .
I admit the addiction , but I will never stop
It's not booze or drugs , that I am to conquer
It's the smell of the fresh grind and the drip
Honestly , nothing as good as the 1st sip
Mine with cream , no sugar
if I were in a storm though , in a savored minute
never a complaint , If some one kind enough
gave a cup of Folgers, black , even if given a pack instant
So this is a tip for all the Red Cross and United Nations .
Take the money given for suffering through natures doing
Buy the best of coffee and keep fresh pots brewing .