I had a false image of coffee
Some were bitter to the core
Some tasted just like milk
Until the day I found Vickey
Then she brought me a pot
I hesitated for a while
Then got ready for the penalty
To my surprise
Heavenly joy slipped through my tongue
Bitter, sweet and sour magic
Played like pinball wizard.
At the night in my dream
I saw the same pot of coffee.
As I was about to drink,
The clock woke me up.
I open my eyes and there was
No coffee in my sight.
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