Poem.

 

‘Any scrap iron,

any crap iron’

the male voice penetrates the tenement.

Tin Man delves in his pocket

to pay the rogue trader

selling heart.

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  • Cyni1106 on Aug 18, 2011

    Very good, I like the tin man and he had a good heart. Thanks

  • Martin Kloess on Aug 19, 2011

    fiinal lines I heard: selling a heart, rusty upstart,

  • Melody SJAL on Aug 21, 2011

    Beautiful lines.

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