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I'm sitting here,
in my usual place,
wondering how
I'm gonna face
another day
of total disgrace
doin' nothin'.
I stare into
the space
of an untidy room.
No impetus to sort
the must do this...
move the drunk, ringed
books
and magazines,
orange peel,
tea-stained cups,
three pairs of specs
and the strangled necks
of hand cream tubes.
I grab my medication,
a valid excuse
for lack of sensation.
I'm out of the race
in case anyone asks.
Can't keep pace anymore
with domestic tasks.
Sally Plumb
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