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Special tee

Bring me raspberry tee, it’s a wonderful thing.
With sugar and milk it will be a glorious drink.

Warmth of enjoyment is beating free.
When you sip the waves, of enchanted tee.
Tingling spirits in chant with the haunted herb
Breathtaking sensations and you gaze to the sky above.
Limbs in a vicious dance, pleasure have corrupted our soul.
Screams of mind bending beliefs... the night was young.
Promise to set a world in ease, with power of peace.
Colours went true when you sipped the lasting drops...

It wasn’t raspberry

This poem was written by H on Jun 17, 2008.

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  1. H says:

    well , english is my thrid language. so I try to be more correct next time :)

  2. KitWulf says:

    Well, you spelled tea wrong, but other then that, it really gets your mind going