Two Halves Of A Clothes Peg
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Mark Heathcote
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Warm and snug - tight like a turtleneck
Tightly wound and sprung together
There wasn't a lever, could apart-us ever
We were two halves of a clothes peg.
There was never a thread between us
We didn't fight about the missing sock
Our legs were never far apart or inverse
She didn't even care to wear a smock.
And faint fine lines didn't need collagen
We were both flushed with the vitality of life
The world was our garden of life
And, came sated everything to our appetites.
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