Dad's Toolbench
In the garage there stands a bench
With many kinds of tools
He organized them tirelessly
For many hours at a time
He had a place for everything
A slot, a circle cut, a drawer
The wood on top had many cuts
From battles and other wars
He kept the bench impeccable
Knew every place his tools should go
Designed his own space and his rules
If you take, you must replace,
It goes where it belongs
In better condition than you got,
These were the words he told
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