There's nothing like a cup of coffee
Accompanied by toasted bread
Its bitter flavor helps to brace for
The battles of the day ahead
The bread is like a layer of armor
Protecting fragile plans and hopes
Then in the push and shove of living
You have a fighting chance to cope
When morning gloom has spread its pallor
On furniture and brain and mood
There is one thing to get you going
A pot of coffee, dark, strong-brewed.
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