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Jun 2022
Wet socks on the bed
I came to read my book
I should have left my phone downstairs
I can't help but take a look

A tepid cup of coffee
A midday malaise
The book lies shut, I'm miles away
As I scroll away my days

Wet Coffee on the bed
I'll mop it with the socks
They were wet already
Opportunity knocks
Joe
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     Stephen E Yocum, guy scutellaro and vb
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