Tea Bag

• Posted by: Bryn Montgomery
• Created: January 2, 2015
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You could say I'm always late to tea time
I set the kettle to boil
Grab simple green bags
Sit down in comfort of my deed
Spans of work pleasure and rest
All time passed the tea brewed
Steam to warm to cool
It watched me
Without the warm of my soul
Cooling to the point where I couldn't save
For the green sank at the hopes
I would soon arrive.
 

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