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the little teapot


there she sat

cracked and alone


alone she was

no friends to be found


her list sat crooked

its rim chipped


her paint peeling

covered in dust she was


lonely and forgotten

her children all gone


cream and sugar naught to be found

no hand to hold and pour


no company

no not one


she knows naught when one will appear

she waits


patently waiting


wishing

hoping


will they come home


Cher


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