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Made In China

Made In China

Your electrical items stop working one by one

First the kettle stops boiling even tho the red light’s on

Then your microwave stops heating tho it turns round

It gets fixed and works for a week then is totally dead

As for your TV it turns on but has a single line across it

The VHS video player ate the porn tape and jammed

Your radio gets nothing but static on all ...

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Saint Christopher Bell

"... any man's death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee...

— John Donne, Meditation XVII.

 

Saint Christopher Bell

 

We seem to be collectors

of memories and junk,

piles of the stuff;

both kinds lean against damp walls

in self-support, waiting

for purpose,

finding little but ...

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CUPBOARD

CUPBOARD

What is hiding inside your cupboard? Out sight and mind, forgotten about. Could there be a stolen stash of cash from a bank job that was never recovered? Or an antique Webbley pistol from World War One? Worth three grand. Maybe a small enchanted gold necklace lurks there which belonged to a real witch. Does she miss it? An old piece of paper with a faded love poem wrote in purple ...

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