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16 FEBRUARY 2007
Alarm clock radio played classical at 5, i heard it loud and surreal so at least i know i am still alive, jump out the bed at 6 run a bath make a pot of tea yeah, just for me i drink tea like kids drink kool aid
no sugar, no honey for me
got no money for that
but, i’ve got grandma’s molasses
just in case someone asks it,
yes i have my quota of little
brown and yellow sugar packs
from 7+11, back from when i was on coffee time, even then i was still doing half a gallon a day of tea my cup was running over sideways in the early days now i have seasoned bladders they hold about a quart at a time as if nothing else matters
i have been doing this now
for about three years
i am black and fifty plus years, my heart is just fine,
blood pressure subdued, cholesterol better than most, no problems at all with my health,
i am a root man
medicinal fruits berries leaves, seeds roots stems and elixirs made from
plant and mineral brews find me some days, in the mood to try something good, old and new for me why i started on tea is no mystery, i liked it from the start, i read of its rich pivotal portrait prominent in the worlds history, embarked upon my own
journey of discovery, i bought many shades and variations of the leaf, even the rooibus varieties
which i made the kids to get their interests off hip sounding
sugar saturated
chemical solutions so popular
to kids even in these days
from their past, over the years
when i did, i bought enough
loose tea to give a party
just like every tea has it’s own personality,
you pick and choose what’s right for you
to call your own,
i cannot speak for you
so, until my intended fortunes find me
i will sit here sipping,
and contemplating life’s mystery
still midway in the forth quarter
of my tea caravan,
until i can catch my tea train
back to the promised land
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