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26 Mar 2008, 5:21 pm / Other
A rot iron table
A cup and saucer
In an afternoon so serene and stable.
Tea please but not for me peppermint for her.
A lump of sugar
Preperation finished with a stir.
At first glance
A picture perfect scene
But in truth her stance was not so clean.
Polished were her shoes
A trendy and fashionable blue was her dress
So you’d never know the woe
And misery designed into her sex.
Blessed was her love
As it was cursed
In her, hapiness was far above.
So her lips always remained pursed
Only to relax for a sip of her tea.
On the cafe overlooking the sea
Never again will she be
With the one that made her.
Written by Devin De La Rosa
Editted and idea by Rebecca Hanley
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