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don’t go wilkos
wilkos – don’t go
your little tea lights
brightened up my winter
your white paint
kept my kitchen shades of
a ghost’s cotton socks
your spinach seeds
sprouted each spring thing
in my humble greenhouse
your triple a-batteries
kept my torch glowing
you birdseed
fed the robins breakfast
your own-brand bonios
kept tails wagging
your tulip bulbs
bloomed in me bed
your memory sticks
stopped me forgetting
your square pegs
fitted in me round holes
my heart’s where
your hardware lies
your tubes of sealant
stopped me cracking up
so don’t go wilkos
wilkos – don’t go
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