Its your coffee
Early Monday morning
What makes your smile
Whiter than a morning glory
It's what makes earth
A little more sweeter
What makes your grace
Even more petiter
It's called Simple Joy
What makes you smile
When all your chores
Feel like toys
It's beam makes life
A little more heavenly
What makes you feel like a lady
When you pick a rose
Or indulge in chocolate
When you're happy
You practice longevity
Yes, its called Simple Joy
Don't ignore, but delight
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