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Cup of Joe
The sun rising over the Blue Ridge Mountains;
Morning fog hovering around for a little while.
My eyes are barely open as I shuffle down the hall
To the kitchen to start a pot of that magical potion.
I begin to smell the aroma of the coffee beans brewing
As I look out my kitchen window and wait with my mug.
Steam rising as the brew finishes, I slowly pour a cup.
I breathe in the smells, then bring that first sip to my lips.
Soothing flavor of the beans of richly blended coffees;
I take another sip as my whole body responds with joy.
I go out onto my deck to welcome another beautiful day;
Listening to the morning sounds, drinking my cup of joe.
13Jun10
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