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jsonstein@masto.deoan.org ("Jeff Sonstein") wrote:
In the quiet of dawn, when the world’s still asleep,
The morning unfolds, yet my chores seem so deep.
The sun starts to rise, painting gold in the sky,
But here in the kitchen, it’s just me with a sigh.
I wash all the dishes from last night’s big feast,
Scrub pots and pans that are now my great beast.
The rhythm is steady, a song I have known,
Each bubble and splatter, a routine all my own.