Bean from the east, south, north, or west
Your addiction is subtle, yet it's the best
Warms me up from tongue to toe
How I'd survive sans, I'll never know
Drip is tolerable but lacks penache
The French Press is the God of Gods, and gets me wired in a flash.
So I will sit and sip in the presence of the coarsley ground beans
Wonder what life is like without it, and pray that I never know what that means.
1 comment:
Gregg dood... I was just joking with you sweetie pie! Unblock me you silly goose.
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