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Here I am
all alone the cat is here but no ones home. After work I kick off my shoes change my clothes and put on what I choose Im so tired so I sit and veg I should cut the grass and trim up the hedge. But computer games they do call its a mindless pursuit no thinking at all. to much to do and not enough time wait till the weekend for fun so sublime. life is a record going round and round but looking around undone things can be found but grandma at 92 said housework is never done so Ill wait till Im old until then I'll have fun.
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