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Sep 2016
I can't take any of it with me ~
none of the junk I thought
I had to have signifying every exotic
compass point traveled to
Who'll dust the batiks and ironwood
masks when I am gone,
use the Waterford or Baccarat,
wear the charms and rearrange
the knicknacks? Every bit of
this estate has a story that can't
go with me once sold on Ebay
just because its shelf life
is longer than mine

Written by Sara Fielder © July 2016
Sara Went Sailing
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Sara Went Sailing  Bohemia
(Bohemia)   
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   LeV3e and Doug Potter
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