Best Sawmill Poems

Mom has always loved antiques
I have never asked her why
Perhaps it's the connection to the past
Maybe the craftsmanship
The smell of ancient wood
The curves
The fact that they were built to last

She turned a passion into a business
A few small pieces in her living room
A sign on...

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all my life i have wanted to be  a 
papermill mechanic in minnosota.

 i would write short stories on pieces 
of sawdust as they flew through the air.

  my grandfathers diligence would be for
 all to see,  my broken and bare knuckels...

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