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Tea & Whisky

She used to stir 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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