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Rose wood table
today i am tired
and the sun isn't shining
it has been for most of the day
coming in through the back door
is the rose wood kitchen
table
With it's leg that is screwed on by a hinge
I love the table it means something
If it falls to pieces I'll keep it
It's the first piece that you bought me
We sat at this table everyday, sipping tea.
Our children ate at this table
Our grandchildren probably will to
It's the same table you laid that women on, and had your taste.
it's where I will always remember that, no matter how much I had you on a pedestal, you let me down..
With all your infidelity, I loved you
Unexpectedly
My table will fall apart
instead of me..
and the sun isn't shining
it has been for most of the day
coming in through the back door
is the rose wood kitchen
table
With it's leg that is screwed on by a hinge
I love the table it means something
If it falls to pieces I'll keep it
It's the first piece that you bought me
We sat at this table everyday, sipping tea.
Our children ate at this table
Our grandchildren probably will to
It's the same table you laid that women on, and had your taste.
it's where I will always remember that, no matter how much I had you on a pedestal, you let me down..
With all your infidelity, I loved you
Unexpectedly
My table will fall apart
instead of me..
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