It is in the sombre winter’s dark morning,
darkened by the croaking of frogs,
day begins with the ordeal fo r me ,
I wash my bowl of oranges,
those plump peelings give a cry of wail,
yesterday we covered those plump pith,
You can’t gain entry without our permission,
Today we are demoted in the bin,
Scary flies are swamping around us ,
free permission, what an irony!
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