One Hand Clapping
I know the sound of one hand clapping. I am single. Poetry is my only solace. And Midsomer Murders.
Friday, 27 April 2012
More tea?
This poem is a gift from my brother. He can afford to be generous. He's married.
Tea for two
and two for tea?
Not for me.
Finis.
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