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Nov 2015
the feeling of an old tool,
***** handle smooth from use,
numbers worn offΒ Β the sweep,
and i cannot call it by name,
other than to say "my favorite"
because it has more use
and has become an extension of my soul.
Bela Matyas Feher
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Bela Matyas Feher
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