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Everyday things
Seem to pile Around And always Stay the same. Never stops, Those everyday things- Till I close my eyes To hide... In a wonderland full of Maids and houseboys and Cooks and gardeners and People who live to serve ME- Until eyes that betray Expose me, pop open- To Towering Tall Everyday things And no people who live To serve ME. Everyday things...
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