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A feeling of cold leaves my body Flowing away as I step to the counter Just an extra large English Toffee please Quick, something warm! Sure, it might not be that cold outside But I still need my morning hit Of that sweet shit-coloured liquid We've all come to call coffee Could I get a refill? Guy behind the counter just stares incredulously At me, the customer no less Caffeine doesn't jitter me Cool wisps of steam rising from the cup And the sweet aromatic scent however, Jolts more shivers up my spine Than any lover could If you could choose any object to marry Pick coffee right away, wouldn't you? Don't get me wrong, I'd love going down on that But we shouldn't have to pay for love Having to gingerly leave it on the counter Nothing sadder to look at but an empty cup Buttoning up your jacket Stepping outside
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Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 6:38 PM UTC
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A feeling of cold leaves my body Flowing away as I step to the counter Just an extra large English Toffee please Quick, something warm! Sure, it might not be that cold outside But I still need my morning hit Of that sweet shit-coloured liquid We've all come to call coffee Could I get a refill? Guy behind the counter just stares incredulously At me, the customer no less Caffeine doesn't jitter me Cool wisps of steam rising from the cup And the sweet aromatic scent however, Jolts more shivers up my spine Than any lover could If you could choose any object to marry Pick coffee right away, wouldn't you? Don't get me wrong, I'd love going down on that But we shouldn't have to pay for love Having to gingerly leave it on the counter Nothing sadder to look at but an empty cup Buttoning up your jacket Stepping outside
You ever walk into your local cafe and have the sudden urge to write?
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Oct 11, 2010
Oct 11, 2010 at 6:38 PM UTC
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