A Cup Of Coffee

Whenever we get together we always have a good time.
You pour me a cup of coffee and ask what's on my mind.

You tell me not to worry everything will be just fine
We sit and talk a little while and then I seem to find.


That you and that cup of coffee
 have eased my worried mind.

By Gloria Collins 4/29/00

(Written for my mom on her birthday)

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