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My Morning Coffee


When I rise, I smell your sweet "aroma"
DRIP, DRIP, DRIP
I'm addicted to your
Hot,
Black,
Creamy, Flavor


SIP, SIP, SIP
I "savor" every warm sensation you give
From the first "taste", to the last drop Damn, Starbucks aint got nothin on you


Night falls...my cup is empty


A new day is dawning, and
I can't wait for...


My Morning Coffee
"You are good to the last drop"

Written by Willie C. Robinson, Sr.

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