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Just now I broke a teapot. My mind was in a spell: The shards look back forlornly, the cracking sound was its knell. It was a treasured heirloom passed down from age to age, touched by hands from times of old but now I’ve turned its page. It had served my family well etched by tea and good times spent. For now I’ll just be grateful that this old *** came and went.
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Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 4:33 PM UTC
The late teapot
Just now I broke a teapot. My mind was in a spell: The shards look back forlornly, the cracking sound was its knell. It was a treasured heirloom passed down from age to age, touched by hands from times of old but now I’ve turned its page. It had served my family well etched by tea and good times spent. For now I’ll just be grateful that this old *** came and went.
No, I didn’t actually break a teapot. I was having tea at a tea house and the poem popped into mind.
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53/M/Potsdam, Germany
Oct 23, 2024
Oct 23, 2024 at 4:33 PM UTC
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