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Apr 2011
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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howard brace
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howard brace  England
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