Ground beans and espresso machine,
Strong and black with a layer of crema.
Sat on the mantle, take a photo and then, picture manipulation.
With all the world in an uproar there’s something about a quiet coffee morning.
Feet propped up, and the patient noiseless morning strengthens.
Coffee knowledge may be just a thousand years in the making,
And other than water, I’m not sure what would replace it in modern currency.
I love my coffee. Black. Strong. Hot.
The froth of crema comes with the making and only with a proper machine.
A daily cup really makes my morning sing!
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