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Aug 2019
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The forks they clattered,
As he dropped them on the floor,
Down in the corner,
By the fresh pine door,

A rush of nostalgia,
The warmth of something real,
A thought of his lost mother,
Preparing a meal
TheIdleOwl
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TheIdleOwl  33/M/Sheffield, UK
(33/M/Sheffield, UK)   
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     Rakha and Lori Jones McCaffery
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