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Only you can take me out of bed
And get me through the day
With you all of my troubles lay dead
All of my demons are chased away

You need no sugar, need no cream
I like you dark, bitter and true
Together we make a perfect team
For with you I never feel blue

I’d dare to say you’re my best friend
Whether simple or a fancy blend
We’re a match to the very end
An ode written this morning during coffee euphoria
Peter Gareth
Written by
Peter Gareth  25/Oslo
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