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Bric-A-Brac

If for all the hopes and wishes
In my heart I had
A button or a bead then
I'd be just like an old lady living alone
With a tin that used to contain chocolate
Crammed full
Up to the brim with what once had been
Useful, bright and ready to be used
Now just fragments
Reminders of what plans I'd made
Rattling around
Until I pass away and to anyone else
They're nothing
Meaningless oddments to throw in the bin

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