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In the burned crisp cities
With their molten tangled skyscrapers
You and I will meet for tea
One sugar for you
Two for me.
We will discuss the weather, first,
Polite:
Dreary, with a chance of
Another earthquake
To crumble the last few
Stubborn bridges.



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