Coffee is made from a bean...
Beans are from trees...
Trees are from the Earth...
And the Earth is of the Sky.
The Sky is of the Solar System
Solar System of a Galaxy,
Galaxy of a Quadrant,
Quadrant is of the Universe,
Universes are in Parallels,
Universal Parallels....
Belong to Hawkins! THERE! AHA! !
Drink the coffee, chug it down...
All proceeds go to Hawkins...
And he ain't talkin...
About that tin cup....
About that porcelin cup...
About that Corelle...and, about
That coffee maker...
All is irreverently irrelevant
As long as purpose is achieved...
Means justify ends?
YES, INDEED! ! !
Uh, as far as coffee goes...
So, wake the hell up!
And thank Stephen Hawkins
For that wild, caffeinated brew! ! !
Good Morning! Good Morning!
Ya'llses!
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