The espresso machine,
Which through it's spelles
Did kept my soul,
No going gentle into that good night.
To keep from sleep.
Sleep, my last good friend.
Taken from my wee nocturnal hours
Captive by an active guard,
My mind, aflutter
Til dawn's early light.
A lesson lernt,
No more the evening cuppa,
To wreck my slumber's peace,
Rather this, a gummie,
To dream, forgotten wanderings,
Until again, today,
Good morning! 🌞
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