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The sword of daybreak
snips the shroud
of the night from the sky,
and the morning
peeps through the blankets
like a baby rising
from its cot
to listen to the
peal of the bell.
Arise! Arise!
All workers!
To work! To work!
You must go!
Buses rumble,
Trains rattle,
Taxis hoot.
I shuffle in the queue
with feet that patter
on the station platform,
and stumble into the coach
that squeezes me like a lemon
of all the juice of my life.
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