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Dec 2024
Six o’clock
Cannot sleep
Tried the idea
Of counting
Sheep,
Made a lovely
*** of tea
Then I had my
Morning ***.
Molly the cat
Purring for ham
Hold on a minute
While I open
The can.
Breakfast can
Be hit or miss
Being old I need
Another ****.
Seven o’clock
Waiting for
The light
My mind
seems stable
Might be alright.
Eight o’clock
Music going on
Love to here
Good morning
Songs.
Nine o’clock
Shoes on feet
I open the door
And meet the
Street.
Walk along cobbled
Stones of to doctors
To have a moan.
My daily routine
Not full of life
Simply drab and
Cold
By midday
Im just another
Six hours old.
Written by
Mark Bell  Portsmouth
(Portsmouth)   
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