stains
and loose drawers,
chips and dings,
a wobbly
leg,
the old desk is still getting
the job done.
pressed wood
resembling some sort
of oak
or birch,
i forget what the bill once
said.
it was so long
ago.
even if i wanted to get
rid of it,
i couldn't get it down
the stairs
by myself.
i'd have to take an axe
to it.
which when i think about it.
might be fun.
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