Sometimes I wonder
He said to me
And I'm so full of questions
and I can't think
And for a moment there were questions for me too
But then I had another sip of my chocolate chai
And those questions rushed away
Replaced by mellow brown
And ruddy red
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I like how these poems narrate your life, sort of. You know what I mean. I don't like chai, but chocolate such? sounds great!
Yes, well, it's becoming journalistic poetry, I think.
I like it.
Beautiful imagery. I love chai, but I feel that chocolate chai is an overly sweet waste of chai itself. Mind you, I used to bottle the stuff. I was sort of an addict...Are you perhaps suggesting that letting this sweet taste cover a more rich question is like the bliss of ignorance?
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