TEA TIME OF THE SOUL

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TEA TIME OF THE SOUL

I live in a flimsy house of whimsy

Perched on the edge of the cliff of existence

While ominous clouds gather on the horizon

The hungry wolves howling in the distance

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Yonder the volcano belches black smoke

The wild river is near overflowing its banks

Lightning zigzags across the sky

Everything in the hands of chance

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I can't control the wilding weather

Nor the quaking land and turbulent sea

I can't slow the relentless march of time

So I'll just have a nice cup of tea

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