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“Need a pick me up?”


I’m a coffee nut. Daily do I imbibe at the carafe of the dark mysterious brew. Today I bring you….

Ugh. I’d like mornings better if they started latter.

Let’s see what I can wrestle up for your amusement. Let’s pray I can find something.

Caffeine Prayer

Caffeine is my shepherd, I shall not doze.
It maketh me to wake in green pastures:
It leadeth me beyond the sleeping masses.
It restoreth my buzz:
It leadeth me in the paths of consciousness for its name’s sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of addiction,
I will fear no Equal ™:
For thou art with me; thy cream and thy sugar they comfort me.
Thou preparest a carafe before me in the presence of Juan Valdez:
Thou anointest my day with pep; my mug runneth over.
Surely richness and taste shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the House of Folger’s forever.

Now, if you will excuse me, I’m going to go have another cup of coffee.

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About Isabella LeCour

She is nothing more than the collections of thoughts placed into the virtual worlds. She is a poet, a mother, a lover, many things to different people. But mostly, she is nothing but smoke and mirrors - some ethereal thing that blinks in an out of existence.
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