Silver Pasta Strainer

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THIS POEM IS A PARODY OF WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS'S POEM THE RED WHEELBARROW. AS SUCH IT IS NOT 100% MINE. ONTO THE POEM!

so much depends
upon

a silver pasta
strainer

filled with little
holes

beside the kitchen
sink

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