You were always there to perk me up,
A welcome cup when the day’s got rough,
No more will I hear your cheerful burble,
Your strength helping me over the hurdle,
The time has come to say good bye,
Coffee machines come and go,
But they never die.
borked, broken, coffee, i has a sad, poetry, sad
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#1 by Missy B on August 16, 2011 - 1:06 pm
Wow, thats actually quite beautiful, macarb, but beautiful.