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Kafka-
With trembling hands I grab the cup, My first rich dosage of caffeine. To make me function a little less primal. Elixir of the coffee bean. To charge me full, no in between, And set me off to meet the flow. Brought to my lips and steam condenses, Upon my nose, beneath my eyes, All senses take notice and stir with the initial sip. In medium, large, or extra large size, Such a powerful drug in legal disguise. God bless the morning cuppa Joe.
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