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Routine

With the hope of freedom
Sparkling new thoughts I carry
Morning –
Another day
To begin.

A cab for my luxury
Takes me to my office
Fax –
Yet another issue
To address.

A cubicle to adjust
No space to get set
Blue –
Same old screen
To observe.

In all this routine
There is one monotony
Poetry –
I seek forever
To escape.

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