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we never throw anything away
A piece of brown crap metal
What could I do with it?
I did not know, but I knew I would have to try
Since it was free, I lugged it home
Seashells with holes
Discarded by a button factory
Thousands of them, a small mountain
I conjure some ideas and take two pails full home
My parents were both depression babies.
My siblings and I take anything we can get.
Threadbare materials can become rags.
We use it until it disintegrates.
Fabric pieces are saved for future possibilities
To line a pillow, to patch jeans, to make a quilt
Slivers of lace are never discarded
We can decorate doll clothes out of them
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Caren Krutsinger
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