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England is a Cup of Tea
I am the one who sees castles, strong and gray, sitting on hills like soldiers,
in England.
I am the one who hears the pitter - patter of rain mixed in with the light
chirping of robins playing, usually these sounds are soft and calm,
in England.
I am the one who touches the fresh lemons. Their skin is rough and smooth
at the same time. I would pick them, fresh from a tree, in Ickworth,
near Bury St. Edmunds, in England.
I am the one who smells honeysuckle flowers on a gate, in England.
I am the one who tastes the delicious spaghetti my mom would make for
me. The sauce would get stuck on my face, in England.
I am the one who hopes to get to see old friends again, so they can see
how much I have grown, and perhaps one day, raise a family of my
own, in England.
Who am I?