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The Sideboard

 Back from the noon-day shop    
its Post Office on the corner    
bread and tea bags, envelopes    
Mirror,Times and Sun    
entangled with the gossip.    
sometimes old Jack . . . .    
his friendly chat no more,    
forgotten now his altercations.    
A book of stamps,second class,    
(no need of hurry here)    
safe upon the mantle-shelf    
the last, so Alice says,    
they're closing next week.    
   
She sat before the side-board    
reflecting in its glazing,    
window light and lead,    
old, inlaid with sycamore    
been here for many years    
china cups, most valuable,    
too good to use, too loved to sell.    
The money would be handy    
been asked so many times,    
new carpet would not come amiss,    
and there'd be money over.    
No, . .money isn't everything    
in fact nothing to compare    
with inlaid sycamore,    
entangling with the gossip,  
Mirror, Times and Sun    
in the village shop.
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
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