I'm not a coffee drinker, but I admire the devotion of committed aficianados, and Marge's poem lays it right on the line: "Without you, I would never get out of bed/ but spend my life pressing the snooze/button." How about you? Would life as you know it cease to happen without your daily infusion? (Do I dare hope poetry ever becomes that essential? :-D) By the way, no remonstrances from grammarians, please: the title's in lower case because Marge only capitalizes the first word. |
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