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Sep 2013
i know little of sponge bob,
yet i like the small pants.

we had the counting
yesterday, walking sticks,
ferrules, the umbrellas,
most were there, the staghorn,
missing.

i like a day of counting,
finding all things lost.

i washed the pants,
ironed,pants folded neatly,
they are taken home.

sbm.
Sonja Benskin Mesher
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