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THE WORK BENCH OF MY MIND
Contributed by
aernby
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Friday, 27th September 2002 @ 07:15:00 AM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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In the centre of my shop it sits,
The Table that I built myself
Simple, massive, sturdy ,
Designed for work, built to last
In my shop, on my bench, I
work the wood deftly cutting
through the rings of memory
To find the treasure within.
In the centre of my mind sits
Another workbench built with
Time and tears, pain and patience
Massive, mysterious, menacing.
On this table, if I dare, I
Work my pain; deftly cutting
Through the layers of memory
To find the treasure within.
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aernby
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2002-09-27 07:15:00] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: THE WORK BENCH OF MY MIND
(User Rating: 1 ) by Jenni_Kalicharan on
Friday, 27th September 2002 @ 08:16:35 AM AEST (User
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HI aernby, I guess we are all trying to find the treasures within us and make use of it on the workbench of our minds.. Nice write.. I like...
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