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Pockets
My working jeans with pockets for hands,
Used bus tickets and old rubber bands,
A wadge of tissues for the hand and the nose,
Never quite sure when you'll need one of those,
A few bits of string, a Swiss army pen knife,
Two of the essential of the modern life,
One or two nails, washers, a screw or two,
Stuff you mean to throw but just never do,
A handful of coins to rattle and play,
I'm all ready to start another day.
The one who invented the pocket is I find
An unnamed benefactor to the whole of mankind
Used bus tickets and old rubber bands,
A wadge of tissues for the hand and the nose,
Never quite sure when you'll need one of those,
A few bits of string, a Swiss army pen knife,
Two of the essential of the modern life,
One or two nails, washers, a screw or two,
Stuff you mean to throw but just never do,
A handful of coins to rattle and play,
I'm all ready to start another day.
The one who invented the pocket is I find
An unnamed benefactor to the whole of mankind
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Pockets
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