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Oct 2016
The quality of the wood on the cupboard.
Old poets, plums and wheelbarrows.
Is the toilet paper on the roll correctly?
     up? or under?
We never know why. We aren't allowed to ask.
Just watch and tell me what is.
     - no understanding?
     - that's impossible.
And everything will fit neatly -
     of course we must trim the edges.
But everyone expects that
     and we want it tidy.
So the sack full of cheerfulness
     can lay there all day.
It won't bring tomorrow any sooner.
Kimberly Lewis
Written by
Kimberly Lewis  Tucson
(Tucson)   
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   my gambell and Mike Adam
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