That Telling Look
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Sheena Blackhall
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One day, she looks at her husband
And the fire's gone out.
Next, it's the house sale,
Splitting up the assets.
What to do about the table?
Like a Rubik cube,
It's solidly interlocked
The table looks at her
She looks at the axe
The husband loves that table
‘Take it! ' he says. ‘It's yours..'
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