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" I like coffee. " I say this all too often when the truth is I like the way it makes me feel. I like the sugar I add. I like the cream and the way it swirls. I like that it is more sophisticated that hot chocolate. I like the way it warms my hands. all these things go away, though. I do not like the way it makes me crabby after an hour I do not like the way it tastes without the extra sugar I do not like the still blackness when there is no creme to lighten it I do not like how it doesn't remind me of childhood I do not like how cold my hands feel when you-- when it is taken away.
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Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC
This Poem Is Not About Coffee.
" I like coffee. " I say this all too often when the truth is I like the way it makes me feel. I like the sugar I add. I like the cream and the way it swirls. I like that it is more sophisticated that hot chocolate. I like the way it warms my hands. all these things go away, though. I do not like the way it makes me crabby after an hour I do not like the way it tastes without the extra sugar I do not like the still blackness when there is no creme to lighten it I do not like how it doesn't remind me of childhood I do not like how cold my hands feel when you-- when it is taken away.
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Sep 22, 2013
Sep 22, 2013 at 10:34 PM UTC
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