I’m your bold Scottish breakfast
To be appreciated in bed at 4
Depth of milk quenches hungered thirst
While insatiable poetry from marked lips pour
Rolling hills lay ripe, undiscovered
Under striking antlered mosses
Stripped down to bare vulnerabilities
No more bearing the luggage of heavy crosses
Infuse my leaves with robust sensory
While tasting rain from the growing season
With rare alignment of perfect conditions
Sipping from my full-bodied gardens of eden
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i think i might like tea if served as such….i was drowning….this is beautiful
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You always have the nicest of compliments! Thank you so much! I’m glad you like it! hugs*
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I’ll never look at my breakfast tea the same way again.
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It is a bit wicked 😉 lol
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Last line is a gem! Lovely poem!!
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It’s nothing compared to yours, that I’m so inspired by! So it means a lot that you would think so! Thank you! 😀 hugs*
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Oh, that is not true at all!! Thank you though! Hugs back! 😀❤️
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It is very true! I am a fan! So don’t argue with me! 😉 lol
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LOL. Ok, ok!! 😉
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😀
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