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Coffee the face
Some days, all it takes is one cup
Hot, cold, black or milky
I just need it direct to the face
I'll need some space
I don't have time to unwind
Read a book, unfurl the mind
Hot, cold, black or milky
I just want it direct to the face
I call them the beans of life
Ground or granuled, they relieve my strife
Hot, cold, black or milky
It's the only way to live
...Monday 22nd April 2024 9:25 am
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