cat thin could eat a whole tin,
its hunger knows no bounds.
at seven on the last morning of thirteen,
it has no respect and makes awful sounds.
back to bed and cover the head,
hear the wife get up at nine,
wish her good morning from under the duvet
she said seconds ago I was snoring just fine.
Get up and look at yesterdays work
Sititng room see son looking at films
of sheep and farmers and similar thing
make coffee
work clothes
wash
no office today
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