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Binned
once shoes went to cobblers
new valves a radio renewed
cut-throat razors stropping
nappies boiled then brewed
now artefacts come and go
we exploit them every day
serve a purpose then gone
discards, just thrown away
are us people any different?
used and then tossed aside
minds or bodies plundered
left weeping, hollow, dried
poets call it romantic l...
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