I’m working on homes Where most often The old oak floors Are stripped, sealed And gorgeously refinished It’s a fun process To see take place Painstaking time and energy Is put into Pulling out all Of the old stains Scratches and wear Meticulous sanding Back and forth The grit getting Finer and finer Funny thing…
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She said: I love Your words I love feeling And knowing You through them I’ve been searching A lifetime For words For my words I looked Into nature I looked Under rocks I looked In streams Nothing Trying to talk Literally opening My mouth To have The words I thought Were there To not Bubble…
