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Oct 2016
It's Sunday
a day of revelation
( bibles not included)

there's an extra hour to play with too
something to do with the
clocks going back.

She plays with my mind
Ha
when she can find it and
I don't mind it.

I have to levitate from
this bed and gravitate
to the kitchen  
which in
I'll make a brew

She waits patiently as I
faff about stewing the tea
and we sip it together
quietly

I  do
so love
tea
she loves tea too.
John Edward Smallshaw
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)   
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