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Coughing racks the night away
Hour after hour
Minute after minute
And second after second
D…r…a…g… the hands of the clock
Tick-tock tick-tock
Pulling me forward when I need to go back
Remember… on the farm the cock crows
To herald the dawn before the faintest light
Bruised ribs ache when I awake
Raw throat, gargle with salt
An-other day thick head stay-in-bed…
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(I had the best night’s sleep this morning, lol!)
©Denise G Allen, 13 April 2013 15:41