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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...
Monday 1st February 2021 10:40 am
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