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Found on ground

I found three washers in the street,
And with three nuts to match – how neat! -
As I was cycling on my bike;
That’s the sort of thing I like.

I saw them lying there, unfixed.
At first my feelings were quite mixed:
Were they there meant to meet some need?
Would I succumb to unjust greed?

I scanned the railings there above them
To check if I dared to love them;
But I saw no bolt or bit
Where washers or their nuts might fit:

No sign that they were intending
Work, as adding-on, or mending;
Evidently, parts just left
And of employment there bereft,

So I adopted them as mine –
So black-japanned and looking fine! -
And decided to take them home:
Three nuts, three washers, of my own.

Into the pocket of my jacket
(I didn’t think they’d badly black it,
Though picked up off of the street)
I lifted my collection neat.

I cycled on: my pocket jangled;
My soul, nut-and-washer-spangled,
Lit with joy to think I’d found
Something useful on the ground!

If I see things as worth recycling
I will pause in my bicycling.
I often stop – my rate’s erratic -
That’s why I’ve such a full attic.

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A glimpse into the life of a scavenger of roadside oddments.

This incident happened near Haymarket Station, Edinburgh, on Wednesday 2nd June 2010.

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