Notes
I want to go back
to the cool of the bedroom
before it's time to start
the matutinal ablutions.
I want to doze and laze
reading William Witherup
or (vanity again!) myself.
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Not sure how runic it is,
the endless rhyming with itself
of the clock's second hand.
Poetry by Uncle Meridian
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Written on 2021-10-14 at 04:33
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