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Tables.


The center piece of the house, Holds so much attraction, Though mostly static, It pulls our attention. This irregular shaped piece, Crowned with beauty and elegance, Waiting to be held, It feels every weight. Table, Burning within lies strength, Such reliable craft, Built for the purpose to love, A unique work of art! This name given by ancients, No known time nor date, We adapted to it without haste, There was no second guessing this, We became patient. Table, We commend your loyalty, Without complaints or murmur, You keep us at peace. Lyht Speaks. #The weird things. NB: Thank God for tables😃
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