Ode to my Coffee Cup.

Whether filled to the brim with coffee,
Or what passes for water from the tap.
You cheer me up as I lift you up,
And enjoy your liquid repast.
Then no matter how I leave you
It’s always patiently you wait.
Ever ready to refresh me again
When I’m working early or late.
So maybe your cup’s full of coffee,
Water or juice that stains.
Thank your porcelain pal
When you lift it to your lips again.

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