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The loose wooden board
In my waxed hardwood floor
Is a constant reminder to me
A constant reminder of what is familiar
With insignificance so sweet

Padded steps cross over it,
Forever creaking its tune,
My wooden board is always there
I promise to be home soon

Polished, shined and attended to,
Through cracks and dirt and grime,
My loose wooden board
In my hardwood floor
Remains to the end of time.





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