Four little teacups sit on the wall,
And four friendly voices drift on the still, country air.
They sit down by the boats and talk about the good weather,
And family, and how Johnnie from across the way is doing much better.
They listen to the sounds of a dozen little birds,
To the gentle laps of blue water,
And wave hello to those who walk past.
They wait for the sun to disappear
Behind the pier;
To depart down the path,
To four little houses sitting in a row.
gingerdrift 
Typo…..reels = feels…. Damn this tiny keyboard on the phone.. Grrrr:)
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Hello Rebecca 🙂 Thanks for dropping by at my blog and liking some of my words. There is a strrange aura around your words that reels quite pleasent. Do you write prose too in addition to poetry?
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Hi Amir 🙂 you’re very welcome, I’ve always enjoyed reading your blog. Thank you! I do, I also write short stories and scripts
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That’s a surprise as I did not know that you read my blog. I will now look deeper into your blog to see your work. Do you write mostly fiction or non-fiction?
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