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STILL LIFE - WITH FRUIT, DOILY AND BOTTLE
STILL LIFE - WITH FRUIT, DOILY AND BOTTLE
They spill!
Of her he’d had his fill
He tipped the table
Dumped!
Her oranges, apples, pears
Surprised the tea cup biddies -
Set them on their ears -
Then, with her priceless lacey cloth
Had wiped the floor of fruity froth
Hence he meant to finish the job
Attacked the bottle with a fork
Laughed, then pulled the noisy cork
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