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May 25, 2009
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That cup of coffee
That cup of coffee
Black , sweet and strong
That first cup of life
My lips has called
That first taste
Was all it will take
To look deeper
Into my luck
Will it be easier
For me to day
After a sip or two
I had to wonder
How many problems
In this day
Could I honor
What is first’s
On my list
Compared to the bills
I dare not miss
So with a foolish try
I ask this cup of coffee
To lie
Maybe one more sip
Please tell me why
I am left with less
The more I try
Why am I
talking to cup of coffee
That I made foolishly
It can not talk
Or solve problem
A course it will lie
Don't talk to coffee
Black , sweet and strong
That first cup of life
My lips has called
That first taste
Was all it will take
To look deeper
Into my luck
Will it be easier
For me to day
After a sip or two
I had to wonder
How many problems
In this day
Could I honor
What is first’s
On my list
Compared to the bills
I dare not miss
So with a foolish try
I ask this cup of coffee
To lie
Maybe one more sip
Please tell me why
I am left with less
The more I try
Why am I
talking to cup of coffee
That I made foolishly
It can not talk
Or solve problem
A course it will lie
Don't talk to coffee
— press, May 25, 2009
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yenti
17 years ago
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