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  1. My yellow cup of java steams my soul
    With flashbacks of my youth I drink it up
    It fills abandoned places, every hole
    I love the liquid in my honeyed cup

    It soothes my spirit when chaos sets in
    And makes me smile just smelling sweetest scent
    I sit and stare out at this world of sin
    But my brew makes sheer light of life that's bent

    Each day I come to sit in quiet time
    Enjoy this wondrous drink all by myself
    I hear the others chatter words sublime
    Am glad my coffee cup's not on the shelf

    With stoneware maze I sigh in great relief
    Without my daiily fuel there is much grief

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