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May 2016
Phones are bleeping,
as bell rings, gone age before.

Emails hit with bing,
as inbox sings, challenge raw.

People are hurrying,
as stride heavy, upon corridor.

Cars angry blaring,
as daze cast, expletives roar.

My space is glaring,
as corner table, trees restore.

Home foreswearing,
as serenity rules, office four.
At last it is quiet in the Office
A P Taylor
Written by
A P Taylor  Melbourne
(Melbourne)   
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