It's not morning, no not really
if there's no coffee, why get up early?

Nothing else will start the day,
I think it's always been that way.

It's a love my mother shared with me
a hot cup of java, for me and she.

The first sip goes down with out a fuss,
and satisfies the two of us.

When a coffee shop we see,
we stop and talk, most happily.

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