Jasmine Tea

to drink is good; good for the soul,
though only if, you lack self control.
imagine this; picture it quick;
you've drunk until you're not quite sick,
and had your fill of creamy teas,
loaded with sugar, tasting sweet,
then you pat your stomach and say,
"i've been blessed in full today"
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