Oh dear, I see a terrible lot of errors in what I posted - sorry about
that - I'm rusty.
Frank
> a cuppa at the end of october
>
> a group of three
> we gather round the kettle
> it's only a kind of billy
> but a large one too big
> to swing around our heads
> held by the handle
> as the bushmen of the outback do
> but we have our special ways
> and each take our turn to grow it
> and to stir
> that seems only fair
>
> the tea is thick and sweet
> an acquired taste perhaps
> but we have most certainly
> acquired it
> with its bubbles boils and rising steam
> the ingredients suggest themselves
> within the fragrance
> not for the weak at heart this brew
> calls out it shouts for character
> and we have all of that and more
> you don't live the life we do
> and not grow character I believe
> my face my nose grows longer
> every time I draw the steam
> it doesn't do a lot for beauty I know
> but
> I can't resist it
> that deep pleasure
> dear heart it makes me smile
> it makes me laugh out loud
>
> so good its wonderful to be alive
> at midnight
> glowing with the rising moon
> and this cup of special tea
>
> ah
> please excuse me
> if I cackle
>
> ~
>
> Happy halloween to all,
>
> Fangs Faust
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