No matter your poison, And how you serve it, The mind abounds, Upon the first sip. *** Whether it's a tea, Black, white or sweet, Or a dark coffee, Or one with cream, That first sip is supreme. *** For some it's a shot, For others it's a cup, And those with mugs, Cannot get enough. *** The elixir of waking, Is a gift with a warning, Granting you alertness, But only a half wakening, A wakening that is cursed. *** But still we celebrate, The magic to caffeinate, Without it's power, The world would be dower. *** Cradle that cup, And give it a kiss, Then take a sip, Saver the warmth, As it passes your lips.
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