[I found this in an old (1987) journal I was perusing and though I would share it]
I have my cup of coffee,
As I sit with book and pen.
I drink a sip both here and there,
And then I can't refrain.
Oh, coffee pot come quickly, now,
And fill it up again.
Wednesday, December 03, 2003
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