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Is there enough honey for my tea?
Poured hot water spots top my hand
Light delightful pin pricks so gentle
As I look over at the almost empty honey bottle

Just a bit left I think for my tea
Just nearly enough for my tea and me
And as my cup filled with hot water’s done
To that almost empty plastic honey bottle I run

Shaped like a bear I squeeze
Running down the inside so slowly
Patient for the taste I can not lie
My tea is most patient as am I

And as it flows to top upside down
I squeeze in short bursts saving the bear nearly drowned
Bottle held several inches high
As beads of sweetness fall through the sky

And after all of this I feel pleased
All worry from just moments ago have eased
There was enough honey for my tea
Enough honey for my tea and me

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