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I was given several words so I placed them in a cup and drew three
Submitted:Sep 13, 2011 Reads: 9 Comments: 1 Likes: 1
my rooibos has lollygaged
its final steaming brew
for the essence of its rouge
is found not only in the bag.
skedaddled has this love affair
the water has gone cold
for nothing can this brew compare
by tale told.
relationship taken in sips
combined with fevers few'd
one sip two much to risk
from clarity to crude
the coffee cup
witnessing its last sup
meets concrete and is refused.
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