A poem about cold coffee and a reminder of the delights of this delicious drink. cold syrup drips tongue cheek mouth throat it coats teeth taste buds toffee candy cherry liquorice chocolate plum exotic intoxicating crop of farm to cup slow contemplation early morning routine social adventure better than tea.

Sounds and words by b Wrauley

Music by YACHT

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