I sit still in thoughts,
sip a hot cup of coffee.
Funny being the thought,
shall I write about or laugh about.
For thoughts make me laugh,
all the memories a hot cup brings.
That spill beans in the yonder closet,
shall I write about or laugh about.
The days little by little waiting to grow,
sipping a light cup of coffee felt adulthood.
Though none of memories were in vain,
shall I write about or laugh about.
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