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Late
Shut my eyes on Sunday evening.
Moments pass, the clock is screaming.
Flip my switch from dream to drowning
in a sea of morning light.
Scoop the mucus from my lashes.
Splash my cheeks and scrub my gnashers.
Quell the bloating crush of pressure.
I’m already late!
Complacent men and placid women -
TV Breakfast hosts - sit grinning
at the fan-like big hand sp...
Friday 5th May 2023 10:17 pm
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