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Recyling Love
Alone in the road
Stuck and soaked
Water running through
So used
So forgotten
So broken
Their plastic
Has been choken
As feet crush
And kick thee
Invisibly
Filthy
So nobody
But not to me
I pick up each
Tenderly
Recycle them lovely
For all of them worthy
To feel like they
Are somebody
poem
by
April Swan
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