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The Morning Cuppa

I love it, 
Our morning ritual of tea,
Just you and me.
But the milkman, and the maid
The kids wailing, 
Like the newly awoken dead
Won’t have it. 
Gotterdammerung 
They scream.
Or something 
That sounds 
Just like it.

Tea gone cold.
The morning 
Feels old.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 10/7/2024 9:57:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Rico Leffanta

Date: 8/11/2022 11:13:00 AM

Enjoyed! Aloha!

Amrita Valan
Date: 8/11/2022 11:44:00 AM

Thank you Rico

Amrita Valan
Date: 8/11/2022 11:43:00 AM

Thank you ????