Episode 352: Poem Called Coffee

A poem called "Coffee."

I can’t explain how deep my love goes,
Every morning, with each cup, my love grows.
Before my feet even hit the ground,
Before my thoughts are fully sound,
I’m yawning, stumbling, squinting at light—
And craving that first warm, magical delight.

The moment I rise and stretch out wide,
Coffee calls—my name asking me If
I'm ready to ride.

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