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When you're missing that warm brief moment of childhood...
Rated: Fiction K - English - Words: 79 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 08-22-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2945665
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Cup of Tea
It's not my cup of tea, I said
Really then? Said he. Whose is it?
How should I know?
Then which one is yours?
I thought for a moment.
It's sweet. Said I.
It tastes like bedtime and thunderstorms
And a thousand nights in that place I called home
Like an African sunset and a good old book,
All musky leather and memories
And I've been searching for it for far too long
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