Waking up with dreary eyes,
from too few hours of yearned for slumber,
Its still dark as i slowly rise,
And i stumble and i lumber.
My salvation comes in humble form,
a water of life with flavoursome fumes,
Without this coffee my daily norm,
without it fatigue and confusion looms.
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Chocolate, men, coffee ÔÇô some things are better rich.
Chocolate, men, coffee ÔÇô some things are better rich.
I am going back to some of your early stuff.
a water of life with flavoursome fumes.
See, I get that. However, it didn’t make it past my spell checker when I retyped it.