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Oct 2010
Hot steams curl up from the cup
the paled tea has a smile
hiding somethign mischievous
As if a flood flashed in the Nile

Giggles from the newspapers have their wink
It is to spruce up? But no more than a sink
the weather is inclement with a cover of cloud
Sun is burried inside, my mind under a shroud


Something fishy is around the corner
And serious topics on the back burner?
Just wondering where I have to go
to-day is as usual or special
I have to know


She leaned towards me
and asked to what I am up
Nothing Hunny,
It is the storm in my tea cup
kdpgrahi@2010
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kdpgrahi
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     --- and D Conors
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