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Sugar Sprinkling down side edge of mug, white droplets crystal twunkle the morning sun. Handle and rim perched upon granite-top, drawers spun and shoulders slump. Kerplunk! There went my spoon, a patented pyramid thereafter soon. A roar of lions from the steamer that crisp turnt slurple raised finger. Three more hearty dunks- my pyramid grew swimming trunks. Pride simmered in quiet rumble, A fumble & tumble swirl tango in water. Then came the clink clink! As I became master stirrer, drink used to be sweet but now just bitter!
Giuseppe Gillespie – June 2022
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