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In the morning haze, I stumble awake, 
My eyes half-closed, for goodness' sake! 
The coffee pot gurgles, a magical sound, 
Like a siren’s song calling me from the ground.

I pour my first cup—it’s dark as the night, 
A potion of energy, oh what a delight! 
But lo and behold, my mug starts to dance, 
“Is this caffeine or just pure happenstance?”

With each little sip, I feel quite alive, 
Suddenly ready to conquer and thrive. 
But wait—what’s that? A strange little buzz? 
Did I just invent a new dance? Yes, because!

I’m twirling and spinning in my kitchen so bright, 
Coffee beans flying like stars in the night. 
The dog looks confused; he cocks his head slow, 
“Is this what you humans call ‘espresso show’?”

Then there’s the moment when I spill on my shirt, 
A splash of brown joy—oh, that’s gonna hurt! 
I laugh at the chaos as I grab a new mug, 
“Dear coffee gods, please send me a hug!”

But come afternoon, when the caffeine wears thin, 
I’m slumped at my desk with an unwelcomed grin. 
“Just one more cup,” I plead to the brew, 
As it whispers sweet nothings—“You know it’s true!”

So here’s to the coffee that fuels our wild dreams, 
With its magical powers and frothy extremes. 
May we laugh through the spills and dance through the grind, 
For life’s too short—let coffee unwind!