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Stirred with a little spoon, the teabags swim
Like carp in golden liquid, fin to fin.
Wednesday 1st March 2017 6:41 pm
tea (Remove filter)
Stirred with a little spoon, the teabags swim
Like carp in golden liquid, fin to fin.
Wednesday 1st March 2017 6:41 pm
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