What is tea?
British it may be,
But it can be more,
A memory tour,
A sip of happiness,
A busy day rest,
A comfort for some,
A chore for a mum,
An escape from life,
Away from strife,
Tea is British you say?
Maybe on a normal day!
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!!!! www.happycows.eu. Helo! รa Va? The name's Dana, Dana Dana, (Day.na). I'm 13, come from a big family of very... loud people, despite that I am quiet, and keep to myself. I like spongebob (He made me who I am today.) I usually write poems, sometimes a story, and blogs if I'm lacking in poetry ideas. 'One can be addicted to a certain type of sadness' unknown person, please stop writing about me. ยกยกยกยก
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