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Tea Party
by
Barbara E. Foley
We
sit curled up in comfy cozy chairs, with shoes
kicked off and laps full of tea and cookies and
light and breezy chatter fills the room and shrills
of laughter bounce all over as we all talk at once
happy to be together sharing our lives and urging
each other on to embellish every little detail
with frivolous fiction, knowing all the while
that we are only encouraging each other to laugh
at ourselves and share the joy of comparing notes
on life, entertaining and understanding that
sometimes you just need to exaggerate things
to see them lightly and rightly, and
isn't
it wonderful having tea with friends?
Copyright
1996, Barbara E. Foley. All rights reserved.
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