I drink ton of Tea, we Indians generally do. But my true love, oh you black devil. No, I’m not racist.
I desperately needed some silliness today. Alright, more accurately, I either need a hug right now, or maybe 6 cups of coffee. After all, there is still enough blood left in my caffeine stream.
The Ballad of Coffee
Hello dear old friend,
Arms wide open
I wait for you.
And even though I don’t say it
I love you.
I love every sip.
Time to drink some coffee,
Shut up and let me drink my coffee.
Home is where the good coffee is,
Dear, you are brew-ti-ful
O my noble coffee,
Nothing is like a hot coffee on a cold day,
Or a hot day,
Or a warm day,
Or a humid day.
Shut up, let me drink my coffee.
All I need is love
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