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Has been a long hot Dissapointment With our laughter still hung In the air. This morning I will wake and smell the coffee, Follow rules as close As I can bear. And we start all over again Every fibre in me aching as usual. I wish I was someone else this morning Or I wish I could go back in time. Stay trapped like a bee in amber, Frozen in my honey gold pod, And never more would I wake To smell the coffee, Or face the slow resentment Of my god as usual
