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The Empty Fish Tank
Giggling water gurgles from a guppy's ghost town tank It sits fishless in my kitchen; Stubborn husband I have to thank. He'd see the stretch of wall undressed should the vacant tank disappear; That the spot would sport a buffet is ignored by his id austere. The battle of mismatched iron wills rages on the silent front line. I'll bide my time, but once I find that perfect piece.... The space is MINE.
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