Poem form: Minute poetry
You sit there with a white glass mug
A blissful hug
On a morning
The night mourning
The smell of black tea in the room
Nature's heirloom
I snatch the mug
And softly chug
Your quick hand grabs it back again
After that then
Back to pour more
One more or four
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[ICU]Poem form: Minute poetry
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You sit there with a white glass mug
A blissful hug
On a morning
The nigh](https://image.staticox.com/?url=http%3A%2F%2Fpm1.aminoapps.mejorapp.org%2F9399%2Ff82732baa024517a5edd109aca70f8c3ea23787er1-720-714_hq.jpg)
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Love the kitty pictire!