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Garbage Pails
They look so sad and desolate
As patiently they stand and wait -
Almost as if they had a soul.
Pick-up is due
But snow
Has kept ploughs getting through,
And drifts are deep.
Still - they keep
Their lonely stance,
Like sentinels deprived of sleep,
Throughout the bitter winter's night -
And wait.
Written in 2008 |
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