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The allotments will never be the same.

Fred was digging a new bed when he

Found it,

Uprooting silver collars, bracelets, armlets

Finger rings too along with

Amber beads not unlike flax seeds.

Mutterings of treasure trove sprout darkly

In the other sheds where his

Neighbours want their share but

Greenhouses grow security guards now while

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The Collector & The Collected

The Collector And The Collected

 

I keep it

In case I need it

Or in case

I want to read it again

 

I keep it

Because it sounds like

Everything

I’ve ever done

 

I keep it

Because I did it

And I want to

Relive it

 

I keep it

Because it looks nice

In a nineteen seventies

Kind of vibe

 

I keep it

Because you gave it

To me

On a ...

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