What a gorgeous, scent of burst,
On my brain, it comes as thirst,
Green its pits, are found on tree,
Red and ripe, they get indeed.
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As a total coffee addict myself I can't help but like this fun little poem about my biggest vice! Hey, we could have worse vices right?
The poem instantly brings water in the mouth. Lovely poem like the lasting taste of cappuccino. Thank you, Zoila.