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The Office Waits ...
The Office Waits
The office waits after
A quiet night,
Lulled to sleep by
The hum of the air con
And the tinnitus of the transformers.
The stillness and silence
Of the morning is broken
By the ping of the lifts
And their electronic voices;
By the clattering of keyboards and
The muttering of memory failures:
Another forgotten password.
Then the photocopier yawns -
Its plastic bo...
Saturday 14th May 2016 11:11 am
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