Why is there always something annoying me?
Someone. Anyone. Plucked like a weed
From the passing day.
Sitting in my large white empty attic,
Nothing but a bright bulb,
I am staring into nothing,
I know there are shadows,
Clinging to me.
And they come to tea
Uninvited
Fondling my fragile china cups,
Tedious tapping of a tea spoon
On a saucer.
Why oh why do you come to me
When I’m alone
And when you leave
I can expect a cup
Of Earl Grey Tea
With yet another one.
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A Different Country 
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