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| Connie S. Robertson |
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| Once again, one of our Hoosier contributors graces our pages with her version of about the only addiction left to us that isn't constantly under attack by the PC cops. Thanks, Connie, for letting us know that we aren't alone! |
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Coffee so deep, so smooth and rich.
If I missed my morning brew, I'd be a real witch.
It calms and soothes, yet perks me up.
I say to myself, "Just one more cup."
I soon begin to shake and shutter.
I'm talking so fast, I begin to stutter.
Then I'm twitching and shaking all over,
If I had been drinking, I sure would be sober.
Oh, what would I do without this pleasure?
I can't imagine--these feelings I treasure!
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