.3. Together Poem by David Threadgold
.3. Together
The whistle on our kettle
Doesn’t whistle anymore
The microwave has lost its ping
Once dropped upon the floor
Our biggest pan has got a hole
The curry burnt it through
A set of six glass fruit bowls
Became a set of two
Well things don’t last forever
Sometimes they’re quickly gone
Not all our sets are still complete
But we are we’re still one
© 2008 David Threadgold
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12/17/2025 3:05:59 AM # 1.0.0
ahhhh... I LOVE that... a rare species these days: -) how blessed you are: -) 10