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by Nurse Crachet
Glance at my glass
my smiling reflection
kisses your eyes.
Glance at my plate
blind of reflectiveness
it's duty just to hold.
Glance at my spoon
as it's warmth radiates
from coffee in it's cup.
Glance at my fork
the tines penetrating
the object of desire.
Glance at my knife
and watch as it cuts
delicately a pattern.
Glance at my napkin
as it falls gracefully
to the floor as I rise.
Glance at my feet
a journey abounds
if you care to follow.
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