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Spilled Milk

By , Lisbon , WI

Spilled Milk, on the table, on the floor. It’s running off the edge 
It’s flowing down, drips from the table, way down and over the floor.
My eyes open…I am painting my table, the paint bleeding, table to the floor.

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