Coffee
As the wind knocks on ceiling,
On the hinges, door will have a sound screamy.
The lamps have become cold and loose their endless vibration already
A soul will join the screams from the window gap,
Like a patrol unit guarding eternity.
Nobody will realize the transparent body
But the dog, named Coffee.
A few barks will be heard then a tiny howl
Which are the last words from the hairy hole
Comes a large angel fairy
To balance manager’s dignity
Resurrects the lost soul in a fly's body,
And bless the coffee..
On the hinges, door will have a sound screamy.
The lamps have become cold and loose their endless vibration already
A soul will join the screams from the window gap,
Like a patrol unit guarding eternity.
Nobody will realize the transparent body
But the dog, named Coffee.
A few barks will be heard then a tiny howl
Which are the last words from the hairy hole
Comes a large angel fairy
To balance manager’s dignity
Resurrects the lost soul in a fly's body,
And bless the coffee..
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