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H11
All seats in array;
Neatly placed, of blue color;
Awaiting game-start!
H12
Houses made of sand!
Just like barrels, they are baked;
In deserts, where else?
H13
One is half-asleep;
Look, cuddling a teddy–bear!
Spouse has gone away!
H14
In Life, the display
Matters more than things all else!
Exception’s the soul.
H15
How food is displayed,
Is more important than taste!
Prime catering truth.
copyright by Dr John Celes
5-9-2004
Dr John Celes
Read poems about / on: food, truth, house
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