You were yesterday's coffee,
served scorching hot,
poured too soon
from the coffee pot.I burnt my tongue on the
rim of the mug,
and now everything else
tastes bland.
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11. yesterday's coffee
You were yesterday's coffee,
served scorching hot,
poured too soon
from the coffee pot.I burnt my tongue on the
rim of the mug,
and now everything else
tastes bland.