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... The Lonely Teabag ... [squeezed out]

**That cup of tea, remember... the one I made for you

just enough for one to share, but not enough for two,

 

for while you sipped your cup of tea, your fresh and tasty brew

the one I made through chivalry, was the one that I would rue,

 

whilst reaching for the coffee beans, their flavour to infuse

that caffeine fix, dark and rich, were low from overuse,

 

within that roasted coffee jar, I clutched the unforeseen

for held confined, in there to grind... just one solitary bean.**

 

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