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 |    We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
The Keurig machine has lost its pizzazz. It makes no coffee now. I need caffeine and all that jazz, but sit I wondering, "How?" So, beg we have the daughter's pot from beans to grounds to perc. The hopeful cup we'll give it a shot. No work day shall we shirk. 'Twould be a shame to call the boss, "I cannot give thee aid. My work tonight must weakly toss, since coffee can't be made." Yet, she would surely bid me come. "Now hie, Thee, to the room of break. Pray, fill thy cup, and drink thee some. Thy foolishness I can't more take!" How did we live on Earth below, before the brownish bean? My need to percolate, I trow doth cause me ne'er to wean. Our Lilli of the south, south, land, so far her queenish ways. To help us now's not quickly planned. The drive doth cause dismay. Cool Beanz is our restorer sweet. The macchiato made now brightens eyes through this warm treat, and Sick Day hath been stayed. by Jay O’Toole on March 13th, 2025     |
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