Thursday, 5 March 2009
For something in particular.
My Cup of Tea
Give me my cup of tea and I will sing its praises,
or I will sip it before it’s cooled and curse it
without meaning to. I will blow sweet nothings
through its rising steam, improve the taste
of a biscuit in it. Give me it so I can function
and I can feel at home. So I can tell you
exactly what it is I’ve been meaning to say.
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