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• 1 2015-10-28T19:38:13-07:00 The Table was a Table 2 plain 2015-10-28T19:53:24-07:00 The man with the joy of living
  Put his keys on the table
  Put his flowers in the copper pot
  Put his milk and eggs
  Put the light coming from the window
  The sound of the bicycle the sound of the winder
  Put the softness of bread and air
  The man put on the table
  The things happening in his mind
  What was his desire in life
  He put just that
  Who he loved and who he did not
  The man put those to the table too
  Three times three made nine
  The man put nine on the table
  The window was right there the sky right there
  He reached and put eternity on table
  He wanted to drink a beer since so many days  
  He put on the table the pouring of the beer
  Put his sleep and awakeness
  Put his fullness and huger
   
  The table was a table
  It didn’t move with so many burdens
  It shook for a moment and halted
  The man was persistently putting
   
  Edip Cansever