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Her antique brush Lays silent on the vanity Silver winding through white In an intricate maze Lincoln’s copper disk Sits alone on the roll-top desk, Retired from the morning toss On the tight blue bed sheets The oak rocking chair, a lonely wooden statue And at the foot of the bed, The cedar hope chest rests, empty.
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
Her Antique Brush
Her antique brush Lays silent on the vanity Silver winding through white In an intricate maze Lincoln’s copper disk Sits alone on the roll-top desk, Retired from the morning toss On the tight blue bed sheets The oak rocking chair, a lonely wooden statue And at the foot of the bed, The cedar hope chest rests, empty.
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Apr 5, 2014
Apr 5, 2014 at 6:42 PM UTC
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