Coffee


Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle goes the coffee machine
The smell rises up in a cloud of steam
Black as night, in the pot
Don't burn your tongue, cause it is hot
Smell, makes my eyes open wide
I no longer want to lay and hide
FINALLY, AWAKE...
Let see what of this day, I can make

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