Poem......Cup of Java
Sat my coffee cup on the table
A worm hole opened and swallowed it
I reached in to save it
The room swirled
Colors streaked past my view
Stars passed by with increasing speed
A swirling galaxy ahead
With a thump I landed on a purple rock
Red plains stretched ahead
Several large moons on the horizon
I glanced over and there my coffee cup sat
Not a drop was spilled
Picked it up and took a sip
Worth it to save a cup of java
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