To be

20170923_034656the 1/2 cup of tea sat on the kitchen table patiently waiting for my return,hands a shaken things not what they use to be. the eyes of a junk man can barely see,trash or treasure the value is all relative to what someone will pay,God that tea tastes better the second time around maybe that tea knows life when it gets thirsty
In the eyes of the junk man he will stop to speak, but most the park bench is comfy as the smell once
Was to the junk

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