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So this morning, meaning two seconds go at 2:27 pm, I wrote a poem with this picture posted above it and put it on my tumblr wall.
This is my ode to my hot cup of Joe this morning…
Coffee bean how proud, how true.
There you are looking prove.
A brown succulent beverage is what you become,
When times get tough
You are so much fun.
Your glorious stare and hair whip in the wind,
Making all the beans in the yard say ‘hey its him?’
'I thought you gotten digested, a couple months ago,
He went to World War Bean, in flare, ya know?’
Coffee bean was very depressed when he heard such words,
He took a drink of himself, and there he stood.
This is my ode to my hot cup of Joe this morning…
Coffee bean how proud, how true.
There you are looking prove.
A brown succulent beverage is what you become,
When times get tough
You are so much fun.
Your glorious stare and hair whip in the wind,
Making all the beans in the yard say ‘hey its him?’
'I thought you gotten digested, a couple months ago,
He went to World War Bean, in flare, ya know?’
Coffee bean was very depressed when he heard such words,
He took a drink of himself, and there he stood.