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RIP: My Coffee Grinder.

We knew the best of times, and the worst.
You kept my cup overflowing, converted my beans to joy.
You gound enough coffee to satisfy a Marine Corps.

Now, thou art dead of a burnt motor.
There are beans in my pantry, but alas, no grounds.
And my pot is empty.

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