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| When I drink my tea, I want it to stay, Right there in the cup, I like it that way. I don't want it to Slop over the lip, Or drip on my plate, Not even a bit. Ever so little I tip my cup For a tasty sip ‘Till I drink it all up. So a special blend Is the tea for me... The one I must have Is my gravi-tea. © 2001 R. Bartly Betts |