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Feb 2014
There's nothing like it
so early
on a cold winter's morn,
born in fields so far away
& brewed perfectly,
just the right temperature,
a release of blended spices,
invigorating,
so soothing
it goes down nicely,
warming the inner spirit.

I even licked the drops
that rolled
slowly down the sides
of my empty warm cup
wondering about you,
what you like,
your own cup of tea.
Jonny Angel
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Jonny Angel  GRB090423
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