by Steve Tanham
Will I layer my data, uniform,
Till that obedient plateau
Where the arranged and ruling desktop
stamps me ‘passed’, no threat
Or
Shine and gripe, outrageously
Refuse to corner, close or fit
Until a newborn’s bloody fingers
Stain the pallettes
Of billionaires’ mahogany
©Stephen Tanham, 2020
Sun in Gemini 
No such thing as perfection where family are involved, unfortunately… and I often wish some drawers and cupboards had locks on them…
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Made me chuckle, that… Thank you 😎
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But we love them anyway?
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And thank you, both, for the reblog 😎
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It’s the patina of age that makes them precious. Beautiful, Steve.
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Thank you, Diana. I took the photo and decided it suggested a poem! 😎
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It did!
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