Coffee the brown liquid that gives us clearness in the morning light
And takes the tiredness out of sight
Steaming hot from a pot
Or in a small hit or shot
From a captivating cappuccino to a never-ending normal roast
To have with a piece of toast
You can have one at home or go out and get one
With a nice cinnamon bun
Whether it is hot or ice
If that is all that will suffice
With coffee beans grown in fields
And all the money that it yields
Do you take it black or white?
Whatever gives you most delight?
That is coffee that infuses you with all it's might
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