A poem by Beverly Stock.
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It’s very basic, common, or perhaps dull,
It’s regular, routine, staple and set.
If fresh, it can be so beautiful,
Quite an everyday word, you just don’t forget.
Adjective, verb, or noun, it has many faces.
It can mean the same as accumulation,
Like most any load and reams and in masses.
Quantity, staples or conglomerations.
Abundance, a mass, or an estimation,
A breed line, or blood, or goods in a block,
It’s part of my Husband’s genetic extraction,
Like homemade soup in a pot, I am a Stock.