I was born in the city
Not too far away from here
People come to call me
There ain’t nobody here
Then you came a-knockin’
Done rattled on my door
And ever since that fateful day
You dropped me to the floor
If you ever think you’re gonna go
You just better let me know
‘Cause I hate drinkin’ my coffee black
Sittin’ here all alone
Baby you’re the sweetener
Baby you’re the cream
If you told me you were leavin’ now
You know I’d have to scream
Make me some of that coffee baby
Just make it any old way you want
It’s alright with me
Make me some espresso, I don’t care
It’s all good to me!
Next week is our 38th wedding anniversary….so I wrote this for my baby.
Poor thing, she doesn’t drink much coffee any more….but every now and then, we sit over a long cup.
The song….(just a jam)
Photographic Impressionistic Illusionistic 
Happy Anniversay Wade to you and your beloved…………..your poem is so very sweet and brought a huge smile to my face!
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Thank you Wendi, much appreciated!
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🙂 absolutely! Marriage is something to celebrate! 🙂
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Congrats for a happy marriage. My wife and just begun our 4th decade together. Doesn’t sound so long when one says it that way, but I agree with your metaphor that our mates brings the cream and the sweetener . And, maybe a little sugar and spice.
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you’ve got that right amigo
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Happy anniversary!
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Thank you Janet
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