A storm is brewing
The sweet smell of dew lingers
For the bitterness of what's to come
Instead of being intimidated by it's presence
I grab a cup.....yes....a cup
I waited anxiously not for a drip
But to pour....
Pour until close to overflow
And rinse me of drowsiness
I sip...just as I thought....bitter
So I um....add some creamer
That's how I make my coffee
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