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An Ode To The First Sip
Libation; to that word I make a toast
From sorrow, grave, to jocularity
I raise my glass towards my gracious host
And take my first great sip of scalding tea
The anodyne to all my earthly woes
And though I sup of coffee time to time
I gulp its healing nectar and compose
My head and heart to make another rhyme
From sorrow, grave, to jocularity
I raise my glass towards my gracious host
And take my first great sip of scalding tea
The anodyne to all my earthly woes
And though I sup of coffee time to time
I gulp its healing nectar and compose
My head and heart to make another rhyme
Published 22nd Jan 2023
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Dear Y,
A toast in which I’d like to be a part. It’s a wonderful beverage to celebrate. Welcome to DU.
H🌷
A toast in which I’d like to be a part. It’s a wonderful beverage to celebrate. Welcome to DU.
H🌷
