The start, I was told,
Was when I wanted it to be.
Did life not agree?
I suppose not.
For I was hastily awoken
From my dark golden dream
By the sound of the kettle
And the smell of the tea.
And it is better than I thought
It would be.
Mar 7, 2019
Mar 7, 2019 at 12:51 PM UTC
The start, I was told,
Was when I wanted it to be.
Did life not agree?
I suppose not.
For I was hastily awoken
From my dark golden dream
By the sound of the kettle
And the smell of the tea.
And it is better than I thought
It would be.
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