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May 2010
There's nothing quite as soothing
as a nice, hot cup of coffee;
the milk, forever circling,
entrances this young soul.

Somewhat bitter,
with a sweetness masked beneath;
boy, it gives me the jitters
to recall such a feat.

I trace it's flow,
down
and, for once,
I know exactly what I've found.
Written by
Joseph Emminger
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