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Black Magic

by @rambleronthego

Morning Sweet, sweet morning aroma, A daily gift many know well Rich dark grains trickling down From Ground Black Gold early in the day Captured in the palm of the filter Sweet water, heated just right Turns the grounds in to Black Gold, liquid delight. Anxious addict waiting for the fix As the black magic weaves its spell Desperate, hand clutch the cup Straight to the lips, Smooth…… love .... and peace abide Trembling hands, relax and gain rest A new day has begun, Good morning to you all
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Written by
rambleronthego
56 / M / South African
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Written by
rambleronthego
56 / M / South African
Published
May 14, 2022
Time
1m
Notes

My mother said Good Morning, I replied not good until I have y coffee

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#coffee#morning#addicted#desperate#magic#black
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