Tea Anyone? - Poem by Simon Lawson
The mind is a teacup.
Made of bone china, it can be chipped, broken if dropped.
It comes in many fine patterns and designs,
Which is filled up again and again, if you pour too much in it,
Tea spill over the brim.
Be careful what you put in it,
The wrong leaves may do more than dye water.
They may stain the teacup.
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