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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