Coffee? In Prose? Youre kidding right? Nope ..

Coffee coffee where for art thou coffee . Mine eyes do burn like raging fire and need thee to calm. Coffee thou art needed forthwith.
Coffee I seek thee still. Thy passage to mug be frought nay hampered by a lamentably slow machine.
Coffee shall I thence compare thee to a snail? You must progress, and quickly.





Yeah crap prose, but still. 

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