We turn the old metal clasps beneath the table,
my brother and I, and pull the two halves apart.
It’s so easy, I think, to make more space at a table,
allowing everyone to fit. Let it be so in our hearts.
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We turn the old metal clasps beneath the table,
my brother and I, and pull the two halves apart.
It’s so easy, I think, to make more space at a table,
allowing everyone to fit. Let it be so in our hearts.