Coffee
Coffee, cake and tea
Where are all the jonquils
March has come late
Without a yellow promise
Without a breath of warm air
The sea is shallow
Without shells
Just goes on an on
Not even up to my knees
And she talks of heresay
Conjectures, probilities
on and on and
Oh and on
Fools make mistakes
Wise men err
To one man the sun sets
To another he rises to the occasion
poem by Midnights Voice
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