((SQUWEE!!! another poem))
Hot Cocoa... A steaming, chocolate paradise.
Mmm... How I love thee on a cold winter's day.
The steam relates to the element of air,
The chocolate is the brown in the mountains.
It is a fresh a warm paradise that is smuthered in whipped cream.
If only it lasted forever,
Alas, it is gone.
Pour, pour Hot Cocoa
*sniffle*
It never even had a chance...
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