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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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