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Tea time And I sit alone At the table Hearing cicadas drone Seeing roses climb the gable Steam coming from my small mug burns And without you here, I am now able To focus on much bigger concerns Like what color to paint the picket fence Or where to place this quaint birdhouse Or what to name the new little field mouse That scurries outside where the magnolias bloom right next to the headstone where the leaves are strewn
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Mar 17, 2012
Mar 17, 2012 at 10:07 PM UTC
Tea Time
Tea time And I sit alone At the table Hearing cicadas drone Seeing roses climb the gable Steam coming from my small mug burns And without you here, I am now able To focus on much bigger concerns Like what color to paint the picket fence Or where to place this quaint birdhouse Or what to name the new little field mouse That scurries outside where the magnolias bloom right next to the headstone where the leaves are strewn
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Mar 17, 2012
Mar 17, 2012 at 10:07 PM UTC
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