Inge Hoppe-Grabinger
High Tea
My muse is, alas, Aphrodite,
I invite her quite often for High Tea,
but she arrives - not so soon -
at a quarter past noon,
so I learn - quite confused - she's farsighty ...
February 5th, 2017
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