More than the usual chaos
the raisin box, the onions,
the potatoes, the small cup,
the brick, the drum
each one a solemn offering
searched out and handed over
with such ceremony
I can hardly bear to clear my desk
More than the usual chaos
may such
unlooked for riches
accompany me always
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Ah, as usual I'm slow on the uptake Peter. At first I wondered about a dirty great builder's brick, raisins, onions and a big, grown-up drum appearing on your desk. Then it clicked. Lovely poem; hope you resist the urge to delete the post and sit on it for another five years.
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