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I squint  just right And capture a memory almost forgotten Jars of fruit and honey fresh from hives Filling shelves in old smokehouse Home-made butter and molasses In her kitchen Waiting to smother Biscuits warming On black cast iron wood-stove Boxes of buttons An old cameo Split wood in corner Old sleepy dog on porch The house on the hill Where Mom's Granny rocked r ~ 16Feb14
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
Squinting to Memories
I squint  just right And capture a memory almost forgotten Jars of fruit and honey fresh from hives Filling shelves in old smokehouse Home-made butter and molasses In her kitchen Waiting to smother Biscuits warming On black cast iron wood-stove Boxes of buttons An old cameo Split wood in corner Old sleepy dog on porch The house on the hill Where Mom's Granny rocked r ~ 16Feb14
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Feb 16, 2014
Feb 16, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC
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