Dancing Like My Mother

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Monday, December 26, 2011

There's a half a stick of butter in its paper
and spilled sugar on the butcher block.
A cup of coffee, so light with cream it could be tea,
and a tiny spoon.

Posted by Johnny at 8:49 AM | Permalink | Comments

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