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one man’s junk

02 August 2013

one man’s junk


well over one thousand cassette tapes boxed

(and I haven’t even started on CDs yet)

but the sad part is no one wants them. “Tapes?”

I can almost hear the laughter on the other end,

“I’ll pay you to keep them,” and he hangs up.

I almost want to ask how much, but …

Even the thrift stores won’t take cassettes.

The CDs I might be able to sell, or donate

to the library, along with nearly all of my

books, but at least that raises money for the

library. I am in a dangerous mood, the one

that could just as easily donate to the

dumpster as any place else. One man’s junk,

might be one of those good old adages, but

you still have to find that guy who actually

wants your junk, is willing to come haul it

away, so you don’t have to take it with you

when you move.


2 August, 2013 - Posted by | Poetry |

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