how lucky we are that morning…..

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How lucky we are that morning sits down

Every single day right on top of that massive

Dung of atrophy and agony, that may have

Overstayed its welcome like it too often does

To shut us up tight inside that abyss of can’t

Till morning begins to remind us of the very


Small, inexpensive jewellery we had bought

Long ago, at that mysterious sale of Sensible

Shopping. It glitters on growling gruesome

Servants of Malice, dread, dismay and guilt

To open up that dewy box of ourselves that


No-one else can ruffle or trample on or kick

So that the treasury keeps on opening like

It just arrived from the Queen’s ironing maid

Crisp and shiny, neat and glimmering green


Waiting for you to design the always empty

Pockets so you can fill them up with that

Startling purse of pleasure only you possess



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