will munter - Used Teabag

As she drained me of my flavour
Then tossed me out to dry
All that strain and perforation
Left my high and dry
My nutrients were acrId
And cup all chipped of bone
My heart like withered compost
Left to rot alone
But whats happened to this china
Has left me sad and reeling
So i think i, ll seek another brew
Maybe an assam or darjeeling
As variety is the life of spice
For this true wild rover
And farewell to that romance
Which trully now is over

will munter

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