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The Dustbin

contributor: Peter Cross


The Dustbin

Today, my wife cleared out my wardrobe.
She threw away an old shirt
with torn sleeves and a stain down the front.
I pretended it was my favourite,
but really,
I hated it.
I didn't want to wear it
but I felt I ought to -
after all -
it was I who had ripped the sleeves
and carelessly spilled the curry
that refused to surrender to the most potent stain remover.


Peter Cross
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