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Propriety
She greeted him at her front door
Promptly arrived at half past four
Sat him down in an easy chair
Placed close by hers with proper care
He placed his hand upon her knee
As she served him Earl Grey tea
Left it there a merest instant
Then drew it back so content
She hadn’t recoiled or shown alarm
Not even smallest jerk of her arm
Had disturbed the steady flow
As both watched its level grow
He heard the whisper of dress silk
As she poured and added the milk
She sat by his side with a little sigh
As his fingers brushed against her thigh
And for now he thought it best
There to let the matter rest
He took his leave soon after that
Took his cane doffed his hat
Saw then much to his surprise
The little twinkle in her eyes
Said may I call again once more
She nodded yes and closed her door
Watched him walk down the lane
Tall and straight with swagger cane
Copyright ©
Terry Ireland
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