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Grandfather's old drafting table,
Stands proud and tall,
A relic of a bygone era,
Memories it does recall.
With wooden legs and weathered top,
It served him through the years,
Designs and plans were born on it,
Erased with care and tears.
A piece of history in the room,
A reminder of his craft,
It speaks of skill and dedication,
Of dreams that he made last.
Grandfather's old drafting table,
A symbol of his art,
A legacy that still lives on,
In every beating heart.