As I write these words from my gleaming teak desk As I tip blue hydrandea on its ruffled, afro head to dry, As I become all that you envision, I agree that I must sip tea not from my own chipped cup but the saucers of queens.
I'll come for tea, she said to the queen, but no hydrangeas for me, no mottled blue and purple bursts of passion. A dandylion in a jelly jar, please, some tea from your chipped cup, and toasty word crumpets for a little snack.
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beautiful!
As I write these words
from my gleaming teak desk
As I tip blue hydrandea
on its ruffled, afro head to dry,
As I become all that you envision,
I agree that I must sip tea
not from my own chipped cup
but the saucers of queens.
:)
I'll come for tea,
she said to the queen,
but no hydrangeas for me,
no mottled blue and purple
bursts of passion.
A dandylion in a jelly jar,
please, some tea
from your chipped cup,
and toasty word crumpets
for a little snack.
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