Junk by Libby Hathorn

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We made this thing of jumbly junk

Four legs, three arms, six eyes,

And when we’d hammered forty nails

It moved to our surprise.

It walked about and creaked and clicked

And even shook its head,

But when it spoke with rusty voice

‘Goodbye,’ was all it said.

 

Source: Talks with my skateboard: A  Collection of poems by Libby Hathorn.  ABC, 1991.

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