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Monday, November 15, 2010

Two Tears in my Tea

I knew I had caught her, when she poured that hot water,
And cried two tears in my tea.
Whatever I'm drinking, is the same as you're thinking,
The same water's to you or to me.
I propose then a toast to the one I love most,
and whatever you serve me of course.
Please let's not wrangle, but let our photons entangle,
I'll drink your bitter tea, . . . henceforth.


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