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now the days grow lighter, my head is
tied back on, and all seems well.
dark small cloud dropped rain.
still, the small birds sing
one slip is all, one step too far, the world turns around .
did i sit quietly thinking
then place a few
things together?

yes
i don’t use a teapot
but evidently many do,
and cosy up together.
we are survived.
light came, we saw the green ness of it all.                          we live in the country.
stains the cup if left standing,
remember the hotel, 1964,
we used to scour them especially
round the handle, then the base.
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