Tablemates Poems - Poems about Tablemates

...Grandma Francie had been a preschool teacher too long She packed me a lunch one time when I was in sixth grade. What are those? My tablemates asked as I rolled them out. They were tiny bugs made o......

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...There we all were, around the table while my oldest son offered up his prayer once more to the God he creates, as I have done those years ago, when all of us could squeeze that venerable omnisci......

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