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Make Yourself to Home

I am transplanted from fulsome gardens,
Log pavilions, industrial revolutions,
Rocket riders to salt mines.
beneath green Lake Erie waves

Now I live in this orphanage,
Not assisted, neither fostered nor forlorn,
In no way wayward, and no one’s ward.

Make Yourself to Home

I am transplanted from fulsome gardens,
Log pavilions, industrial revolutions,
Rocket riders to salt mines.
beneath green Lake Erie waves

Now I live in this orphanage,
Not assisted, neither fostered nor forlorn,
In no way wayward, and no one’s ward.

Jeff Wasserman, 61

Seattle / Cleveland, OH

 
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