There’s no Coffee in the Bible?, by Stuart Munro

Stuart Munro

There’s no Coffee in the Bible?

When God made the human Body

He didn’t include Coffee

When Adam and Eve were in that Garden

Things were not that Jolly

And there’s no Coffee in the Bible?

Maybe the Coffee is the work of the Devil

Maybe now as I sit in this Costa Cafe

Maybe this Coffee is a Satan Cinno?

Maybe tomorrow a Lucifer Latte

So Don’t Drink Coffee, you may go to hell?

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