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Upon The Table The Tea Turning Cold

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When the Past and the Future met,
I created anew a tea-shop there.
Placing a table there
and two chairs too
facing each other
I waited for ages.

They didn't come.
I say it just for the sake of telling.
For, none had promised to come.

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Thursday, December 1, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: fiction
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