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Stuck indoors 
with nowt to do
Decided to clear 
a cupboard or two
Now some 
may call me a hoarder
Though to me 
they’re nostalgic mementos
Each one evokes
movies inside my head
Of the reason I kept it 
Did not bin instead

Like the cork from a bottle 
of vintage champagne
For the life of me now
no memory remains
Of this special occasion  
whilst supping the best
Now wracking my brains 
and scratching my head
My memory is blank
So I bin it instead…

A heart shaped beach stone
engraved with a kiss
from somebody special
from someone I miss
No clues 
No ideas
as for so many years 
this heart shaped stone
has languished alone
From whence did it come
I am puzzled
I am vexed 
No clues
No markers 
Come into my head
My memory is blank
So I bin it instead…

Then lastly a seashell
from a beach long ago
Inside grains of sand
trickle over my hand
From somebody special 
From a place far and wide
An exotic beach now out of reach
I have no clue
tears fill my eyes
I weep
I cry
For the life of me 
I don’t know why

What happened 
to that innocent girl
The one with 
long auburn hair
I look all around
she's no longer there
For now all I see
is little ole me
With hair of white
looking such a fright
My mind now slow
my body too
all muddled 
all dead
inside my head
            ~
will someone please bin me instead...

Written 11th April 2020

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Sponsor Brian Strand 
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