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Next To The Poetry Book
You don't know me, but,
in memories, when I was
but a fairy tale
a little muffin
filled with blueberries,
covered by a tea towel
next to the poetry book
and the small foot teapot,
steeping the sassafras
saying my prayers
to the Man Upstairs,
as you pulled up a chair
tasting the nutty crust,
in memories, when I was
but a fairy tale
in memories, when I was
but a fairy tale
a little muffin
filled with blueberries,
covered by a tea towel
next to the poetry book
and the small foot teapot,
steeping the sassafras
saying my prayers
to the Man Upstairs,
as you pulled up a chair
tasting the nutty crust,
in memories, when I was
but a fairy tale
Published 4th Mar 2023
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