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Pick a dark one
A lighter spare
Soak your first choice
If you dare

If goblins, ghosts, and ghouls you reap
Bring forth distaste from letting steep
Revert to the other
Just pick up the spare
Leave the dark in the shadows
A first strike is rare

Let it brew 'til it's ready
Infusion takes time
Let the ghosts of the past
Gather words to make rhyme

When the past has been prepped
Set alight on the tee
Come down to The Tea House
Be prepared for black Tea.

In the green,
There is mellow
Like the park
And the meadow
In the dark,
Is the magic
Hidden gems
Often tragic.

In the end
It's all Tea
Emitting light
Illuming Me.