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Little Teapot.
I’m served upon
A fragile plate.
Pour your liquids
Into me.
Grab my handle,
Pick me up.
Bend me forward -
Slightly, gently.
Tilt my foreign,
Dainty shell
And I’ll discharge; I
Always smirk.
For I will serve
My liquid herb
To others whilst you are at work.
A fragile plate.
Pour your liquids
Into me.
Grab my handle,
Pick me up.
Bend me forward -
Slightly, gently.
Tilt my foreign,
Dainty shell
And I’ll discharge; I
Always smirk.
For I will serve
My liquid herb
To others whilst you are at work.
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