I used to be OK
at carpentry
measuring twice before cutting
before drilling.
I had a Vegemite jar
of screws nails
nuts.
Curling sheets of differing grades
of sandpaper.
I littered the continent
with my bookshelves
little tables on wheels
and offcuts pretty good
for chopping boards
like the one I still use
in my noncarpentry
brand new
low maintenance
apartment
its vitreous benchtops.
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