Butter and
fillet steak comes up
to room temperature in the old kitchen.
In the yard a motorcycle clicks as it cools.
I hear laughter like the clink of cutlery,
and I set a place at the table for one.
to room temperature in the old kitchen.
In the yard a motorcycle clicks as it cools.
I hear laughter like the clink of cutlery,
and I set a place at the table for one.
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