Wooden Nickels

by Michael D Nalley   Mar 19, 2016


Don't you just adore
the beautiful floor
would it be a sin
for me to claim kin?
My mother's the wench
that made the cool bench!
What of the studs used to build sturdy walls
trees never far from where the acorn falls.

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