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Coffee poem by Iris Carden Coffee makes me happy, picks me up when I’m tired. My first cup in the morning, helps me be inspired. When the day is overwhelming, coffee always understands. And when the weather’s cold, the full mug warms my hands. I drink that first cup black, and it helps me to wake. Later mocha or cappuccino, is for variation’s sake. I praise whoever first found, this truly magic bean. Could I be addicted to glorious caffeine?
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Buongiorno, Iris! Don’t mind if I do, too! ☕️
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How else will we get any writing done?
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Very, very slowly. 😊
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Coffee = life! 💞💞💞
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It absolutely is.
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