A short poem about drinks and grandmothers.
Milk with cinnamon,
and a little bit of vanilla,
is my grand-daughters
favorite drink at night.
Sweetie! Come take this cup.
Smell the cinnamon!
Take just a sip, it is too hot!
Don’t you burn now your tongue.
Drink your milk slowly.
Take your time, my sweetie.
There is more for you,
even if everybody has two cups.
I will always have milk,
cinnamon and vanilla,
because a healthy drink,
for you I will always prepare.
Interesting. Like the idea of the drink alot though, sounds really good. Will try it, thanks for sharing. 
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