Regret

A morning sip of freshly brewed Kona coffee

When I was in a hurry

Has burned my tongue.

Though it sore and feeling dumb,

I did not spit nor dump.

Coz in a minute or two,

Presto!

A day full of energy and gusto

Await. . . oh wait–no need for muchacho.

Lamentar? No!

No me arrepiento!

My tongue still a tongue.

No me arrepiento!

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