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Apr.4,2013
I awakened this morning to coffee
It was left from the day before
Normally stolen and leaving no sign
the thief must be missing, the coffee’s now mine.
It sits there in silence, abandoned and cold
I know how it feels, with no one to hold
a day has gone by, two more she’s away
Till my favorite thief, who causes such grief,
Will return to her pilfering ways
That person who steals my coffee
has also stolen my heart
a day with plenty of coffee
is a day wishing we weren’t apart
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