Sit down with me
My brother or my enemy
I bite my tongue
And grit my teeth
And pray for laryngitius
Caution
Heed to all of the signs
Paper taped to doors
written in pencil
Cones
Triangles on metal posts
Don't be ensnared
The bait is set on a small rectangular serving tray
The aroma and sight are calling out to you
If you reach out
If you take the bait
In one swoop you will be crushed
I wish I had some more tea
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