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There’s nothing like a cup of joe,
when the morning’s grey and grim and slow,
when the streets collide with the world outside,
when litter lies where lilies grow.
Just drink that smoking cup of black
and feel your feelings surging back.
Plus, spill a drop and a coffee shop
will sprout up from a sidewalk crack!
Cup of Joe was written by Bo Burnham.
Bo Burnham released Cup of Joe on Tue Oct 01 2013.