Coffee Camper mugs ~ they live to feel your smile.

The right mug can say it all,

or nothing at all.

It lives to hold your happiness,

and be cradled within your fingers.

It loves to see your face when tipped into your lips.

Once it becomes 'your favorite'

there is no going back.

It must follow you everywhere,

for fear another might, "do for now."

It can not have you ~

cup-less

for it lives

to feel your smile.

Several items on the Coffee Camper available for purchase.

Coffee, a hug in a mug!

https://thecoffeecamper.etsy.com

thecoffeecamper7@gmail.com

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