It's nothing, really.
But, I can tell
But, I can tell
our week's dinner
from the small aches
the burns and scalds,
and nicks they wrought.
It is the half-eaten plate
that brings heartache
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One of my summer tasks was to do a closet cull. It hasn't happened yet. Could still happen, I suppose! Another one was to put together ...
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