Cup Of Tea Poem by Sheldon Carruthers

Cup Of Tea



Her ways are endearing
She makes me cups of tea
If only I could drink them all
But some of them are just too strong
For a sour-crouch like me

If only I she could see
That I need a little bit more milk
Or perhaps a weaker brew
Then I might just see it fit
To be little bit less cruel

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