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Bags
Here's a kind of slaggy one:
Bags:
Where are those carrier bags?
No, not those recycled poncy type.
The slaggy ones, a slip of plastic,
with Key Markets or Tesco on the side,
Like me Mum had.
Throw away ones - which is exactly
what you did.
Shamelessly, without a single qualm.
plenty more where they came from.
Don't get me wrong, I salute those
...Friday 13th October 2017 12:11 pm
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