Oh dark mother, once more I suckle at your caffeinated teat.
From the bean, via steam, your emanations are all at once bitter and sweet.
With milk or alone both comforts and uplifts.
Please accept my humble thanks for your abundant gifts.
Tags: coffee, poems
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