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Dec 2016
When all summed her home was
immaculate,Β Β like pearl polished
porcelain and her maple floors
smelled of good soap and wax;
between Sunday lunch  and
dessert, she would stroll
to the bathroom
to throw-up.
Doug Potter
Written by
Doug Potter  Iowa
(Iowa)   
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