I make a pot
The pot comes back
I fill your glass with water
Another pot
Decaf this time
I fill your glass with iced tea
Another pot
What's that I see?
Coffee grounds have escaped me!
I stand there strainer and filter in hand
Eliminating all grounds
But wait there's more
Yet another pot before I walk out the door
Just one more pot
And I will make no more
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