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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Another morning gone. The warp and weft of kids and errands seems a sort of theft. I love to listen to the phone-in show, Peoria Euphoria K Seven, Illinois, the kind of thing that housewives can enjoy - Andrea Doria, Eva Longoria - but parents don’t have rights. I’ve got to go. Another morning spent. The spare room painted. I poured the soup away, since it was tainted. He mixed his caustic soda in the bowl, with Pennsylvania always on his mind (Bryn Mawr mainliner – guess you know the kind –) Brainier, mania, Lusitania and wiped it once around with kitchen roll. Another morning done. The suit dry-cleaned. A neighbourhood committee’s been convened. Initial meet – the Wilsons’ brand new deck – how was it financed? Heaven only knows. Seaworthy credit? Like the Mary Rose! Wegmans, Wayfair, Wakefern, Wickes … (Let’s hope the builders wait to cash the check). Another morning over. Turkey basted. Last night, the almond cupcakes went untasted. I don’t know why I go to all the trouble – they raid the fridge for fudge and mayonnaise: don’t call it eating. Kids today just graze. Athletic greens, soya beans, proteins – I sometimes think I’m living in a bubble. Another morning down. The carpet hoovered. The garbage bin unemptied, outmanouvered. It looks so comfy, nestled in its cleft. The city elders park outside their own, so why can’t we? Is this a yellow zone? Organic waste, paper chased, cadmium-laced. Another morning gone. How many left?
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