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A pile of rubbish always makes me sad.

Once, not so long ago,

These treasures brought delight

As each was carefully unpacked

Installed, admired,

Until

Eventually,

They broke

Or fashion overtook their dated look.

So each was set aside

Stored in the loft

Until

Life ended at the skip

Or heaved into the dawn's recycling cart.

Brian Hick January 2012

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