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Coloured Dustbins

Coloured dustbins. A sun beats down increasing thoughts to fly; as waves look so dark blue then they crash in the sky; future amused me when the clocks walk through my eye; a shambles of concrete on roman roads that want to die; the fields are a haven once everywhere full of rye; a place full of coloured dustbins because we never thought why; a job in an office with a window to remind him there's a world passing by.

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