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Life is a Cuppa
Up to a point
pliant leaves will seep
into all its waters
until the cup overflows
so much as to stain
the meticulously starched table linen.
Then we shall face with reckoning
its true substance!
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Wednesday 2nd January 2013 11:05 pm
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