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I don’t know what You truly deem bad But I’m sure I haven’t done enough good To outweigh my contributions SWD 01/2020

The Table

I walked from the table Filled with more food Than the people gathered around it could ever eat Made my way out Of the large, beautifully crafted doors Beneath the colourful stained windows To the streets filled with misfits Those outcasted from the feast We built a table all our own It isn’t magnificent But…