Jun 2015
I have two T times.
One nourishes solitude
When I sip on the lip
Of my favourite cup.
One feeds the need
Of companionship
As we drive towards
My favoured cup.
One nourishes solitude
When I sip on the lip
Of my favourite cup.
One feeds the need
Of companionship
As we drive towards
My favoured cup.
Written by
Francie Lynch
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