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Jars of all shapes and sizes Filled with nuts and bolts And other forgotten things. ******* by their tops into the ceiling In my fathers work room withA half dirt floor.   We used the jars’ contents To put together mouse traps That never caught any mice. With ***** drivers and wrenches And tools I never knew the name of That adorned the floor and walls.
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Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 1:26 PM UTC
My Father's Work Room
Jars of all shapes and sizes Filled with nuts and bolts And other forgotten things. ******* by their tops into the ceiling In my fathers work room withA half dirt floor.   We used the jars’ contents To put together mouse traps That never caught any mice. With ***** drivers and wrenches And tools I never knew the name of That adorned the floor and walls.
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Feb 25, 2010
Feb 25, 2010 at 1:26 PM UTC
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