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42 Recycled Man Mi cann sleep! A brother’s lament rings Profound, pervasive and persistent Seventy times seven times over They eyed the shirt, shoes, pants… With a laugh, grudge and backhand Confiscated them all My protest in vain ‘Don’t you see I wear no golden ring That mine are hand-me-downs That old wine now in new skin? If you care to see deep You will spare and grant me the peace of sleep Surprised, shocked and serious They saw not my rust in their gold As they demanded bigger, better From their bushfaller, recycled Notes: Mi cann sleep – I can’t buy sleep! bushfaller – adventurer [one who seeks out greener pastures] ...

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