I stared deeply into the murky Earl Grey,
The famous words of Packer once again springing to mind:

'All of life's troubles back then,
could be solved over a cup of tea.'�

Me, I was on my third mug;
the sugar embracing me in a light-headed hug.
The 'Old Time Cure' not really working on me,
How could they all find comfort in tea?

That letter ' many times creased.
Those words ' once again they released
themselves in my head.
Once heartfelt, carefully chosen, even loving, now'�
Down / Right / Dead.

I'd sent. He'd received. That's it.
I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a bit

nauseous, faint, beyond repair;
My thoughts I'd laid completely bare.
The ball now totally in his court.
My hands warming as I sat in thought.

Game set. A target to match.
Another mug to go down the hatch.

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