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The Coffee Pot Is Cold
The coffee pot is cold; my heart is too.
He left me for another, that's a fact.
The toaster doesn't toast, unless I do
But I can't move and yet remain intact.
The coffee pot is cold as love's ashes
Dregs of muddied liquid drown old fires.
If I bestir myself 'midst tears' splashes
I'll see to it that coffee pot expires!
That coffee pot will land hard on the floor.
That coffee pot will wish for better days.
Cold coffee pots just strike me to the core.
Cold coffee pots will never hear my praise.
Oh well, perk up, vessel of bitter gall
For love may just brew again after all.
