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Coffea I love you—imagine

How you can stimulate

Any hour I hope to enjoy you—

O save a soul from Yankee lethargy

Coffea Arabica whose glossy leaves

Although lovely hardly offer us

A clue as to what pink or purple berries

Can do for a desperate soul.

So transport me to India, Cameroon

Or anywhere in South America

Or even better take me to Jamaica

And her Blue Mountains

or rather her coast

And Sugar Mill Restaurant

where I can sip

Coffea

by an abandoned water wheel