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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
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Oct 10, 2010
Oct 10, 2010 at 7:50 PM UTC
Morning Blues
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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Oct 10, 2010
Oct 10, 2010 at 7:50 PM UTC
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