The tea fuming inside the cup
Turned cold before the parted lips
Could even say happy new year
In the passing of thoughts
The sip in lustful need
slips into a broad reverie
Stony eyes and the china clay
Meet at the horizon, combine!
And lo,
Happy New Year 2013
Comes drooling away
In diapers anew!
Turned cold before the parted lips
Could even say happy new year
In the passing of thoughts
The sip in lustful need
slips into a broad reverie
Stony eyes and the china clay
Meet at the horizon, combine!
And lo,
Happy New Year 2013
Comes drooling away
In diapers anew!
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