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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
Worst of all
Parsnips and pe...
Wednesday 13th May 2020 12:18 pm
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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