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Dec 2020
Morning comes with a narcotic buzz
as I eschew my uniform
for a He-Man T-Shirt and joggers.
A fraught quarter hour is spent
selecting which toy to take in
(the collective judgment can be harsh)
then off into the riotous grin
of the last day of term.
Dave Robertson
Written by
Dave Robertson  46/M/UK
     Shubhankar Mathur, Samara, margarine and vb
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