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By Noel King
We found them packed in an attic of things –
thin cardboard boxes, disintegrating tissue paper,
delicate heirlooms, yet vivid colours.
We thought it would be a sin
to hang them on this year’s tree.
My wife suggested we sell them on eBay
or take them to Sotheby’s, I said, Daft idea
and while that argument goes on
they stay shelved under the stairs
with the tennis shoes and her bowling bag,
while we use modern baubles (made in China)
and electric fairy lights in this our new period home.
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