Tin Can PoetryMay 251 min readFlagpole By Euan FraserI erected a giant flagpole in my garden.I wanted to make a statement—nail my colours to the mast as they say. But what to say? What to stand for? I was at a loss. All the while, the empty flag string twanged against the naked pole, taunting me.
I erected a giant flagpole in my garden.I wanted to make a statement—nail my colours to the mast as they say. But what to say? What to stand for? I was at a loss. All the while, the empty flag string twanged against the naked pole, taunting me.
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