Many gifts we have in life To help us muddle through the strife, And with our state make do. Not among the least of which, I take each morn without a hitch, The dark and bitter brew. On juice of bean I am quite keen; A fan of coffee black. How remiss at morn I'd be, If dawning sun should rise to see, That I some coffee lack. But I love more The tasty chore Of making it at six If for my mother, Or another, A pot of it I fix. The coffee pot, It helps a lot When feeling sad or bleak. It teaches each and every man For him the crux of God's good plan: That the other he should seek.
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Thank you for recognizing bean 🫘
Coffee is nasty