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Dec 2016
sitting 'round a ***** living room
getting acquainted with once and
future strangers, pretending life
will thrive from the loam of potted
imaginings of who we hope them
to be, both inside and out; much
like fruit smells and feels when
they are ripe for the picking - oft
served thereafter on a table wide
with anticipation and mirth, down
to the last napkin ring & teaspoon
hellopoet
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     Elizabeth Squires and Sanjukta Nag
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