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| By punchy | ||||||||||
| 11 March 2008 | ||||||||||
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The kettle's boiled
The tea bag's in
But tears they drip
Down to my chin
For sad I feel
So much despair
Within my fridge
No milk is there
I sigh with grief
Oh what to do
I want a cup
My favourite brew
Without the milk
It seems so wet
Transparent tea
I do not get
With head hung low
I back to bed
I'll spend my day
Asleep instead.
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