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Yards

While I was at work my yards were busy a nameless, white flower plucked from my front garden lay on the brick shelf by the gate wrapped in cream silk its stem inserted into a (dry) plastic flower tube A gift set down in forgetfulness or just discarded While out the back a soft touch indoor football orange against the fake grass lost and over wall booted

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