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I Love Coffee I think I'll go down to Brazil where they grow the coffee bean, cause there ain't no getting around it, I'm a coffee fiend. Why I drink coffee so fast that when they pour it in my cup, they no more than set the old pot down, and I say fill it up. They couldn't grow it fast enough to turn my appetite because I drink coffee every day, morning noon and night. When they came out with instant I almost passed away because I was drinking coffee like the cows eat up the hay. I know I'll have to charter a plane down to Brazil, because friends here in the USA I can't afford the bill. I guess I'll have to live down there and start a coffee crop and drink Brazil right off the map right down to that last drop. Then when I die down there in the Country of my dreams I hope they'll bury me in a grave of coffee beans. I don't know which way I'm going it may be down, it may be up, but I'd sure be lost which ever way without my coffee cup |
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Love my coffee.
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