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Jan 2017
You made a nice, hot cup of coffee
Placed on the table for some time,
For it was still quite hot to drink
Or just quite hot for your liking
But you left it way too long,
So the sip had gone cold
You felt dismayed
But you knew why,
You knew it very well
I was your cup of cold coffee,
Enough to wake you up
But no longer warm
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