Poem about Coffee

07/22/2012 at 12:57 PM Leave a comment



Black, white, bitter or sweet.

Never bad cup did meet.

Except, when it is burnt,

Or weak, tastes bad I’ve learnt.

Get’s blood in veins flowing.

Legs, out door are going.

Mind, clearing, feeling smart.

This how my day will start.

–                      – June Nash


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Original poetry. Copyright 2012, June Nash

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