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Mar 2019
I sip my coffee.
The taste is bitter,
All I need is sugar.
You walk in the room,
And soon I realize,
The sugar needed for my coffee,
Is you.
The day we made it official,
Coffee was there,
And so it is now.
A constant reminder of every cent spent
on coffee for 3 and a half years.
I sure hope more coffee comes along.

E. R. T.
Elaine R T
Written by
Elaine R T  18/F/US
(18/F/US)   
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