Bare bone

Bits of food linger on plates That Dangrosly dance on the very edge of the counter top. While forks and knifes lay adbandon on plates or drowned in dish water Once beautiful platters Presented a Lovely spread now gone and devoured and litter Dinning room Now, the sound of snores the clinking of sliver wear sleepy yawns with the sharp noise of knifes scraping on plates mingle in the air Now nothing is left but the remains of the turkey now all bones and bare

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