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She wakes to the radio,
Daybreak in musical tones, Lets the cat come in to purr- At least she’s not alone. Stumbling through routines, A workday’s coming awake, Thoughts go dripping from her dreams As she gives her head a shake. Surveys house with quick inspection She runs out in a flutter As if it matters to the cat That she has left some clutter. Day to day is all the same Radio, cat and thoughts clatter Conversing as they always do But does it really matter?
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