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The elephant in the roomslept like a baby, but the weeping poetcouldn’t see it for the tears in his eyes.He needed the work, he worked his fingersto the bone, but money doesn’t growon trees he mused, so…
Thomas Plummer
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Quite touching -- excellent poem Thom
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