Recycling, micropoetry written by Ricky Hawthorne at Spillwords.com

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Ricky Hawthorne·October 25, 2019

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Recycling

written by: Ricky Hawthorne

@searsjames

Expect the unexpected
My false lover opined
So I punched his lights out
He didn’t see that coming
Lesson learned

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Short listed for the Bridport Poetry Prize 2015
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