One lump or two?A Poem by RogueExperimental proseGentle whistle of a kettle on the stove Glass mugs gathered from a shelf Lace cloth draped over a table Silver shined to perfection "Welcome to my parlor." says the spider to the flies Mandibles twitching in delight "We shall have some tea." Sadly, I watch as they all enter. © 2013 RogueReviews
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