They say coffee loses its potency
The more you drink it
May be it does
But not GoodAfrican Coffee
Found it
When I went to visit
A virtuous friend far across a dust
Air filled route
She knew how I treasured it
That she gave me a whole new tin
“Try starting the day with it.”
She said as she gave me the tin
Even when I drunk it
At home, it
Still had the same potency that it
Had when I drunk it
From the cup that she had poured it
At her home
Now I have run short of it.
But I remember the distinctive
Aroma of it
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