My First Cup of Morning Bliss
My first cup of coffee in the morn is pure bliss!
Is there anything finer than this addiction we endure
I'm drinking one now as I type this masterpiece
Trying not to spill it on my keyboard or yours
Though we are separated by many many miles
Coffee unites us in a common bond that moves us all
It revives our senses we tremble and shake
Parts of our bodies twist and shake hitting a wall
Coffee that amazing brew that so tickles the palette
When men smell this yummy brew they can maim and kill
But these are only minor inconveniences each year
Causing loss of blood and minor death and chills
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