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For those of us who's love's are in the past, in the future, or napping as mine is right now....
there remains that love of coffee that endures all trials and tribulations of the lovesick.

So as I sit here sipping that perfect brew - with just a touch of cinnamom - I dedicate the following poem to CaffeineMonkey who will appreciate this more than anyone else here....

Pour Amour

If coffee is a battle
Then brew your battlegrounds
But if love is what your coffee whispers
Then brew up love with this elixir
Brew up several cups or more
Grind and brew and pour amour
Pour it hot and pour it long
Grind and brew and make it strong
Coffees love so brew some more
Then pour amour, pour amour.