Coffee is my morning drink,
It allows me to clearly think,
The sweet aroma of the beans,
Allows my day to go by with ease,
I'm not going to lie,
It puts me on a high.
It is the drink of lawyers and bankers,
Mystics and warriors,
Be sure to thank the Ottomans,
For they left it amongst the Austrians,
It then came from East to West,
Forever warming the bodies of the rest.
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Author:
Ahhrey (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Coffee is the one thing I cannot live without. It has to be black, filtered and grounded. If you know, you know. :)
- Category: Love
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Comments2
New to this sorta thing.
Posting for fun.
Fun is exactly what it is! Thanks!
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