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I keep everything until the moment it’s needed I am the glint in your bank manager’s eye I never eat cake in case of global meltdown I am my own consolation I have a troubled relationship with material things: I drop my coppers smugly in the river (I do everything with an unbearable smugness) I propose a vote of thanks I make small errors in your favour Sometimes I pretend nothing is wrong I won second prize in a beauty contest I am yellowing at the edges I was last seen drawing the short straw I hang about tragically on street corners, where I hand out cards that read: if you see I am struggling to lift this card, please, do not help me