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Coffee

Coffee, coffee, drip drip drip

Makes eyes pop, with every sip

 

Some call it, a fine brown wine

Off the yummy, young bean vine

 

Robust in taste, like a sweet

Crystal sugar, for a treat

 

Turn the color, to a white

Sometimes makes you, feel just right

 

Or take it pure, in the black

Makes you shake, like you’re on crack

 

Have a small, to perk you up

Little happy, in a cup

 

Have a large, to blow your mind

Eyes bulge out, until you’re blind

 

Take it cold, on a hot day

Life turns gold, instead of gray

 

Take it hot, in the ice cold

To stay awake, eyes won’t fold

 

Coffee, coffee, sip sip sip

**** it’s gone, with no last drip

 

Caffeine wore off, in a flash

Mind shuts off, body will crash

 

My eyes are shut, I count sheep

Guess it’s time, to fall asleep

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Written by
paul-celano
American
Published
Jul 8, 2010
Lines·Words
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©2010 Paul Celano

"I seriously wrote this in 15 minutes; and yes I am drinking coffee"

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