What Are Your Words Worth? Poem by Philip Winchester

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Well thank God I am at last set free.
Trapped within the hundred pages so dog eared,
I began to think that no-one wanted me?
The top shelf of the Thrift shop was my goal,
To pulp at the recycle yard my next week fate?
But Glory Hallalooya, just two pounds paid.
This Liberator took me home, read me aloud,
“ I wandered lonely as a cloud, that floats on hi.....”