Turkish coffee, Turkish coffee,
I used to think of you as mud!
I’d glance beneath surface,
N’ behold a swamp in my mug!
The mire was deep enough,
To house half my pinky within.
Now that my Wife prepares it,
So deliciously filled with her love,
Neath surface all I can see,
Is sediment of her sentiment!
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