To a cup of contemplation
Each morning they rise;
Until they have drank a cup
There isn't a surprise:
They're tired and sluggish
From just having woke,
And to friend or the cat
They'll hardly have spoke.
In they scoop and poor
Ingredients of a liquor,
That innervates the body
And moves them quicker.
It energizes the toes
And taps on the mind,
Giving means to a day
And to feeling, is kind.
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