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I'm still not used to the floppy feel

Half expecting all the bits

I store in the back -

The tickets, receipts, out of date flyers

And a copy of Wordsworth's

Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey -

To fall out and get lost

Each time I need to write;

So I slip the band while holding the pages

Shut, until I am convinced

No passing breeze or judder of a train

Will whisk away

My carefully filed

Detritus.

Brian Hick November 2011

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