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Oh, the power of the bean. Fragrant brown beetle, crushed and coaxed into my *** Steaming water poured and purified through and through. The gurgle of brewed alertness, A universal aroma wakes the house from sleep. The morning light lusters, too bright for weary eyes. But just a sip! Aroused from hazy after-dreams. Warmth and life progress from lips to limbs. The body is present; the day has commenced. Thank you, my God in a mug.
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Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
Ode to Coffee
Oh, the power of the bean. Fragrant brown beetle, crushed and coaxed into my *** Steaming water poured and purified through and through. The gurgle of brewed alertness, A universal aroma wakes the house from sleep. The morning light lusters, too bright for weary eyes. But just a sip! Aroused from hazy after-dreams. Warmth and life progress from lips to limbs. The body is present; the day has commenced. Thank you, my God in a mug.
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Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 5:59 PM UTC
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