Yes I am at workbut I do not lurk
I simply make labels
and laughter at tables
And I am mother earth
in charge of the hearth
and the bounty of food
we consume and brood
What is that smell?
I think I just fell
in love with a shade
Will it just fade?
This poem is on crack
But please write me back
Send it through on a dove
and don't forget love.
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