My friend,
it is only me,
so, do not worry,
yes, it is only me,
and I have just come for tea,
and to see how you are my friend,
because the lengths of the days,
are getting shorter every day, or so it seems,
and the days of our lives are numbered,
and we do not know,
how many cups of tea are left together,
before we disappear to heaven,
or knowing you and me, to hell,
where they will probably only serve gin and whiskey,
and every alcoholic drink you could imagine,
whilst having to watch and suffer the devil sat down,
with a sad look upon his face,
and surrounded by flames and bored of his job,
and sat with his hand upon his chin,
whilst toasting marshmallows again.
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