Word Cloud prompt response written for OLWG#67
I shook the damp coffee grounds from the basket of my old percolator,
once shiny silver and proud,
now scratched from cleaning,
the finish was cloudy.
I had inherited it from my mom and it was the only thing of hers that I had left.
It was the first thing she had bought when she came to this country and it still worked.
She told me that she got it because everyone had one.
She wanted to fit in so she got one too, but honestly, Mom never fit in.
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