Morning Coffee
Morning coffee, aromatic
meets with slumbering, lumbering me
Drawing towards salvation,
"Cream & Sugar?" asks my Guardian Angel,
"Just a little," me replies - avoiding gluttony,
Which keeps me from salvation.
Once more the ritual,
Rebirth - a new day,
Another choice of sweaters.
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