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Nov 2015
Aromatic coffee coming
fresh from the *** to my cup.
My day is complete since I'm having
that first cup.

A smile on my face,
picking up the pace,
now that I've had
that first cup.

My thoughts are racing
as I charge through my day,
at monumental speed, since
that first cup.

It's time to wind down,
day coming to night,
but my heart still racing, since having more than,
that first cup.
Willard Wells
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Willard Wells  Sacramento, CA. USA
(Sacramento, CA. USA)   
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