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There's never enough tea, she said, a single, cold finger tracing the lip of an empty mug.
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
Fingerless Gloves
There's never enough tea, she said, a single, cold finger tracing the lip of an empty mug.
Adequate poem for this cold, November day in Indiana
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Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 12:44 PM UTC
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