Nope, not coffee. Read on.
In the mystical, magical afternoon
At a mystical, magical time,
The tea kettle burbles and bubbles and boils
To make something truly sublime.
The brew, oh that marvelous tasty brew
Of tea leaves, sugar and cream,
Enticingly calls to me from my mug
The tea seems to sparkle and gleam.
I sip, I savor, I murmur and smile
And yet it’s gone all too soon.
But that mystical, magical time of day
Will come ‘round the next afternoon.
This post will burble and bubble and boil in the morning.
Lynniebeemuseoday 
Teatime! The best time of day! ❤
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And we should know! 🫖
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I had just made myself a cup of tea and sat down to read this. Cute poem! I love tea on a cold night, and that’s what we have tonight!
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I wrote that poem in the poetry book you gave me. ❤️.
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