A mug of tea, a mug of cheer,
Warmth in hands, the cold draws near.
Sip by sip, the world slows down,
In quiet moments, peace is found.
Feb 12, 2025
Feb 12, 2025 at 7:38 PM UTC
A mug of tea, a mug of cheer,
Warmth in hands, the cold draws near.
Sip by sip, the world slows down,
In quiet moments, peace is found.
I use my mugs as pencil holders, I need another mug. but that might be way I wrote this. (it definitely is I see my mugs right next to me so I wrote about mugs).
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