Mornings are my favorite time of day
For I like to wake up to a brightly shining day
And pour myself self a cup of hot steaming tea
I smell the tea
and let the aroma
surround me
Then slowly, slowly, slowly
I start to sip the tea
and savor its taste
until like magic
it has disappeared
and I am left with a feeling
of having enjoyed the tea
but also a feeling of
craving more tea
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