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Aug 2020
I sat on a chair.
But fell as l didn't care.

Placed my face on the seat.
Felt the moisture and heat .

I hurled it across the room.
Beat it with a wooden broom .

Paced and ran circles around.
Felt dizzy and fell on the ground.
Syd
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Syd
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