Sunday, 5 July 2020

WINDY BINS


The morning cycle is set to spin
on rinse and repeat
and there go me bins
lifted by winds and gusts aplenty
I live at fourteen
and they've just passed twenty
I cannot be sure if they'll ever be back
they're not homing bins
I'll just stack me sacks!
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