KAFFEE KLATSCH (4)
She continued. . .
'I'm that dark morning feeling,
That mean petty scheming
When everything's brought to account
In your head.
No more dreaming.
You're reeling; believing
Incensed, it's unfair.'
So she said.
'But you're probably wrong, and I have to confess I might be partly culpable,' she added.
