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(1/24/70 / Brooklyn)

My Mom Sets the Table

Night after night my mom sets the table
full of joy she passes her hand over the green fleat
like dishes she lays her chips down
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  • Nader Baheri (7/2/2011 10:38:00 AM)

    great poem.but it made me sad

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  • Jim Freund (2/6/2008 7:47:00 AM)

    I liked the way it started out.

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