dark and dreamy brown elixir,
a morning friend,
coffee's aroma, a pure bliss
liquid magic in a cup,
waking senses, lifting you up
a bitter-sweet kiss, a perfect blend, creamy foam, or dark and deep
with every sip, a happy sigh
a rush of caffeine, through every vein
so let's raise a mug, to this liquid gold,
perfect drink, can't miss this
from early dawn to starry night,
the secret ingredient to awesome days
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secrets from the lair
Puisian anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]
