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A Jar Full Of Buttons
Grandma collected buttons in a jar
Every size and color, some shaped like stars
When clothes became ragged and thrown away
She saved the buttons for another day
As a child I rolled it round and round
Like a beautiful kaleidoscope across the ground
Years later that jar sits on my shelf
Along with memories I keep to myself
©Donna Jones
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