Oh coffee, I pledge my undying devotion to thee.
It is with awe I marvel at your morning sovereignty.
I exhale pure bliss with you upon my lips as though I hath never known the pleasure of you before.
Dost thou possess secret power of some bewitching spell beset upon me?
For if thou has but this one talent, I may say it hath wonderfully beguiled me!
Oh how you fill me with the energy to chase my dreams, I pledge to thee my fidelity, unless of course I get some actual sleep!
About the Creator
Mary E Bradbury
I wrote my first short story at 13 and it became like breathing for me. Pages and pages of a thousand streams of consciousness. Then life got in the way. My kids are now teens and I am compelled to share them. I have to breathe again.
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