Tips of fingers touch
While reaching for my coffee.
I jerk and it drops.
teacher, wife, mom, bibliophile
How does it work?
Relatable!! 😅
worst thing ever! love this! you have a new subscriber!
Great haiku! Poor coffee!
oops
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Relatable!! 😅
worst thing ever! love this! you have a new subscriber!
Great haiku! Poor coffee!
oops