Great cup of tea.
How greatly you lure me away from the sea.
Finally, passion for my own thoughts.
No longer do I fear or fraught.
Time to chill in a nice warm book.
Where my imaginations will be hooked.
Oh how I've longed for this day.
And forever I'll lay.
Warmth against my hands.
Together we make our own little band.
My feet are beginning to tingle
And now it's our time to mingle.
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