Poem's Mixed

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Pushing paper clips around her desk again,

Stacking then unstacking  piles of paper again is when she dreams more.

Running headlong into the rain without an umbrella again,

Jostled on the right hand side of the escalator while suit boys run up the left again is when she dreams more.

Squashed against an overweight lecherous man and a woman who possibly has the plague again,

Trying to avoid the chuggers who prowl on your  street again is when she dreams more.

When the alarm rings as 6:00 am again

And there are no clean mugs again is when she dreams of this nightmare eventually ending.

By Lucy Williams

 

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