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Teabag Sign

You loved your cup of tea with honey Well known for it in your time We laughed about when you passed You would leave me a “teabag sign” When you left we all encountered your visits In the form of a little black and white bird No sign of a random teabag Unfortunately, ever occurred…. He who has loved me always Gave me the little bird made of wood A position of pride of place Is where this little bird stood Woke up early one morning Had to do a double check There was my little bird With a teabag around his neck! He who has loved me always…..

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