This poem is inspirer by beautiful soup The poem is for my friend and my grandpa.
Beautiful Coffee so rich and black, waiting to be drank.
Who would not stop for a cup of Beautiful rich coffee.
You are Beautiful in the morning, evening and night.
Beautiful coffee who would not give all ease for a cup of only of beautiful coffee.
How you sat in my cup waiting for something waiting to be drink in
the morning rising Sun light, and in the Nighttime moon light. Beautiful Coffee of mine.
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