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My Room
Chairs churning in all directions Bed breaking through over exertion Table taunting through sheer desertion This is my room My private cwm That’ll soon be my doom Unless I start to tidy it. Clothes draped on chairs In sensuous perversion Hanging on hooks for mere diversion Bare brown boxes like Ashes ‘fore immersion Lie in my room My private cwm That’ll never be a boon Unless I start to tidy it.
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