Morning Tea

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Morning Tea

Hot and sweet
Memories of winter
Fall into place
As each sip burns
With a lemon tinge
And a ginger burst.
With some honey
And sugar
And a twist of real
Lemon juice
It becomes a ritual
That every morning
Hot or cold
I do or otherwise
I cannot function
And become a listless
Spirit in the creative world
But with one sip I awaken
Into a whole different being
So long to grumpiness
Hello to a brand new day
To write and dream away.

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