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by Shel Silverstein Collected bits of string,~~~~ ~~~~ Collected dolls with broken heads And rusty bells that would not ring; Bent-up nails and ice-cream sticks, Twists of wires, worn-out tires Paper bags and broken bricks Old chipped vases, half shoelaces, Gatlin' guns that wouldn't shoot, Leaky boats that wouldn't float  And stopped-up horns that wouldn't toot. Butter knives that had no handles Copper keys that fit no locks  Rings that were too small for fingers Dried-up leaves  and patched-up socksWorn-out belts that had no buckles 'Lectric trains that had no tracks Airplane models, broken bottles, Three-legged chairs and cups with cracks.  Hector, the Collector, Loved these things with all his soul. Loved them more than shining diamonds, Loved them more than glistening gold. Hector called to all the people: "Come and share my treasure trunk" And all the silly, sightless people Came and looked .... And called it junk!   |
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