Poem -
break fast
this day is luke warm
like the toast like the tea
this table is too full
around it we three all have
dull eyes and dull thoughts
and glue tongues
and words done and
curses withheld
the niceties rot
Yet see still, we touch hands,
as jam in its pot
is passed round
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