Happy Hour
A moment of peace is all I require
To fuel my inner "go getter"
The paper and match to ignite my fire
The remedy for my bitter
Just a taste of rich serenity
my plate, suddenly delicious
Impatient for my hit, I become fidgety
Post drip I embrace the dishes
Cup of coffee, a milky tint
A place to rest my rear
A piece of paper, I quietly vent
No orders in my ear
Fresh morning air, nature's smell
Light breeze brushing my hair
Mug in hand, I relax and dwell
A moment I don't have to share
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