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Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Ode to My Electric Kettle



In my kitchen so small
A red friend smiles at me
He puffs out his chest and stands tall
Knowing that he is the key

In my heart I accept my fate
I exchanged a lot for nil
But in each day I spy
My rosy pal on a hot plate
Waiting to foot the bill
Making water hot in the blink of an eye

4 comments:

  1. Not only is this a great poem, Janae, but your guys photography also rocks. (Shoot, even letting the cord on the little red kettle show like you did is a great piece of work.) What a blog site!!

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  2. Moved me to tears. Seriously.

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  3. I love your red kettle!

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  4. He's beautiful!

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