OOLONG FROM SWEDEN

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the raw light from the fridge
at night, when I am cooking tea

he! he! he! cooking tea sounds funny

instead of turning the kitchen light on, I
just open the fridge. That light suits me

of course, the question is always: What tea? There are
fifty-three different sorts of tea in
the kitchen

“Let’s try that oolong from Sweden” I tell myself

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