Sunday morning the house is asleep.
All is quiet, again I cannot sleep.
Everyone else is busy in dreams.
I sit at this machine alone and I drink.
I drink to the morning, the sunshine, even the rain.
I drink because I like it, are you surprised?
This coffee in the morning is my favorite thing.
No alcohol for me, no pain, and no lies.
Authors note. Over 17 years alcohol free,
Thanks to a little will power and a lot of good friends.
Bless you all.
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