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My Ball-and-Chain
I swung it daily,
my ball-and-chain,
around and around
the tea trolley,
hoarse with hoping
it would hit someone.
You, sipping,
listening
with your eyes,
gently disengaged it.
You poured me some tea,
cuffed me to myself
and bid me walk free.
Tia Azulay 1993-01Mar07
Copyright © 1993,2007 Tia Azulay
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