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This year, I set myself the foolish task of trying to write something every day, and what you see here is the result. None of this is finished, polished, or in any way good. It's usually a few lines at the end of the day when I'm tired, my head's broken, and this nonsense spills out of it onto the page. Feel free to comment away, and if you think anything has any potential then let me know and I might have a go at working on it further.

But hang on, where's the first month? You've ripped us off! I hear you say... Well, yes. I have been writing since the beginning of January, but it's taken me a while to get the blog up, so everything here is a month old.

Monday, 21 March 2016

The Broken Routine

The clock shouts time and up you rise,
The lack of sleep behind your eyes
Slippers and slacks the morning suit
Down the stairs, the nod to fruit
That is the apple slice in the muesli bowl.
The drops of milk with pure control,
Tea can't be too milky or strong
Don't leave the bag in the cup too long.
Just show it a quick 'how do you do'
Then put it aside for cup number two.
The toast that is so carefully timed
The marmalade that's just so fine
Each shred is measured to a 'T'
The sugar content an exact degree.
Then shower and dress and pack and go,
But what the neighbour's curtains don't show
Is that you're packing more than usual today,
You're leaving the house and moving away
And nothing now can make you stay.

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