That Coffee That He Had Maded Poem by Aldo Kraas

That Coffee That He Had Maded



That coffe that he had maded
Tasted to me like dish water
And let me tell you one thing
He can't even make a deceant cup of coffee
For people to drink
Maybe he doesn't have any brains
Or comonsense at all

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Aldo Kraas

Aldo Kraas

Sao Paulo Brazil
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