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A mere sip of JB

PostPosted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 1:20 pm
by Victors Mate
In a Bath Teashop


Let us not speak, for the love we bear one another
Let us hold hands and look.
She, such a very ordinary little woman;
He, such a thumping crook;
But both, for a moment, little lower than the angels
In the teashop's ingle-nook.

PostPosted: Thu Oct 21, 2010 1:22 pm
by Jann
I have that one on my web site.......such as it is :hide: