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Collections

I have a rack with ties and hats
of different shapes and colours
Another with my warm winter scarves
to take the place of lovers
My books are something very special,
they hold the keys to my mind
And then there's a splash of art I've hung
to myself be kind
I have an eclectic row of trinkets
that tell of historical travels
I wonder where these things shall go
when my life unravels

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