I used to drink instant
Coffee, artificially sweet with
Trace amounts of genuineness;
Until, by chance, I found real
Coffee – grind, heat and pressure in
Perfect measures, the perfect brew.
I used to drink instant
Coffee, artificially sweet with
Trace amounts of genuineness;
Until, by chance, I found real
Coffee – grind, heat and pressure in
Perfect measures, the perfect brew.
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