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Tea & Whisky

She stirred the tea
inside the pot
while he put the
cups on a tray
And each of them
said half of what
each other was
going to say.

Well-matched in life,
but not in death,
as she was first
to pass away,
Now he waits for
his final breath,
and pours the first
dram of the day.

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