The First Coffee

The morn
watching the news, downbeat
the first coffee, a boost
then the mind is off
soaring high
dreaming of pastures new
wonderful places
All whilst the magic of the brain
gloriously races
The morn
watching the news, downbeat
the first coffee, a boost
then the mind is off
soaring high
dreaming of pastures new
wonderful places
All whilst the magic of the brain
gloriously races
I’m useless without my morning coffee. π βοΈ
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Iβm exactly the same! π
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I could tell by your poem that we ate kindred spirits!
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Your poem captures the sentiment well and to paraphrase the jingle, “The best part of waking up is caffeine in your cup!”
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Thatβs very very true!!! π
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