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Slojd Wall Cabinet
Jan 09, 2020
Here I hang upon the wall
A craft of hand and hone
Painted with thy milk and lime
In these warm tones of home
My casement born of poplar trunk
My spine of yellow pine
Was I conceived from one mere thought
Or something more divine
My pull and clasp of holly branch
I’ll open and I’ll close
Upon my door I adorn a flower
Whom may never decompose
Within me lies an empty case
My glass does obfuscate
Of your knicks and knacks I wish
You would inundate
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