Morning BeanA Poem by JennaRandomly thing about coffee and this was bornBleary eyed, a zombie like walk. Into the kitchen I drag and stalk.
The coffeepot is my destination ahead. One sip of Joe and all thoughts vanquish of bed.
In goes the coffee grains, the water flows at a steady drip. I open a pack of biscotti ready to dip, I stare at the coffee pot ready for a sip.
Hot liquid pours into my cup, the first taste melts all my problems away. Caffeinated,energized I'm ready for the day.
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