Raining again, paper, pen,
switch on the kettle, sigh again.
Bread in the toaster, egg in the pan,
Dear sir or Madam, I don't think I can
write this missive, explaining circumstance,
it's too near the knuckle, to your tune I won't dance.
I'll just have my breakfast and give it a while,
whilst I just sit here, reminisce and smile.
Imagining you...
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