Not every man can travel to
A land with fancy elephants
That dance and sing and take him for a ride.
Nor can each man acquire a tan
By cruising along exotic sands
Of beaches rich with shells from every tide.
But rich or poor the whole world o'er,
With all the dancing beasts of lore,
Each man can still enjoy exotic pride,
For coffee beans will come to him,
Be crushed by him and drunk by him
From every paradise the whole world wide.
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What a lovely poem...suits very much the mood of coffee lovers...congrats and thank you