The water
hot (that's the good part)
and wet (that's the important part)
drowns the leaves
and pieces of fruit
and... stuff (I'm never sure what is what)
the teabits sigh
making me wish that I was the stuff with which you make tea
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4 comments:
I like the first bit. I don't like brackets in poems. That's about all.
You ended that poem in a preposition. What a literary faux-pas!
(Everyone's a critic, huh?)
Fixed. :P
full marks!
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