Morning Joe

Dumping the remaining coffee from my cup onto the frozen lot outside my car,

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I stepped deftly over the pooled scar

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But later I slipped – much to my chagrin,

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On the coffee-ice that formed where the puddle had been.

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I smiled grimly through my ache, realizing that this was my first

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True coffee-break.

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Author: Hermionejh

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