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Old Jumper
larrylark

Everyone has an old woollen
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they pull over their heads.
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Its thin sepia stained threads
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barely stretch across bloated flesh
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of each long dead six pack.
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It hangs like an old coal sack,
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fluff dangling from elbow holes
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blown about by a breeze
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easing over back yard walls.
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Strands shimmer,
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shift in rising heat.
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Pull hard to prise it off.
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Sweat trickles as the sun tries
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to steam it dry.
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It lies in a crumpled heap.
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Will it last one more Winter?
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Be reborn to keep you warm
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after sailing through Autumn’s storms?
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2 Aug 17

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Larry the poet Lark
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My old Woolen I beat your Mom with.
 — percocet

you are stretching for appraisal.
 — percocet

I would beat you with a reborn!
 — percocet

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