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Oct 2012
The soup bowl
sits on the table
under a soft glare
of light

It sits there
on the table
unthinking
unloving
unloved

Look, said I to the soup
I understand

And I did
understand
more than that soup bowl will ever know.
Alexander Lloyd Twyman
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