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Helplessly bored while
facing my chores, working
against the tide, paddling
upstream in a nightmarish
dream but making no way
and accomplishing nothing
Chemicals make my mind
ungovernable, lying on my
arms drifting downstream
going with the flow, love
disseminating hope, sowing
dreams in despairing hearts
Instead of messages about
stolen vehicles I hope the
thieves had a marvellous
drive as they charged
away, my own fantasy
not to be despised
What my heroine did on
meeting him, putting him
in his place for scorning
her independent mind
beating him in a contest
to prove superiority…
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