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Saturday, June 23, 2012

Kitchen Table

A place to set
Nieces' birthday presents
Tools and spare light bulbs
Candles and craft projects
Piles of box tops and books
 
There's no space there
For any kind of food
This is my table;
My recliner is where I eat 
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