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Home Alone
At home all alone,
the clock sings to me
in beautiful rhythm
so endless and sweet!
Telephone ringing
so sudden and shrill,
tingles and jingles
and blows me a kiss!
The rattling windows
and soft humming fridge
tune into music,
singing new words!
The screen in the corner
flashes a face
that creases and crinkles
with eyes winking tease!
My fingers are typing
so gentle and calm,
as I sit here smiling
inside all alone!
Joy Weare.
14th November,2005.
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