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morning sunI lie in bed overcome by lassitude
and chronic iron deficiency,
listening to unidentified power tools
from some worksite too close for comfort
grind out their harsh industrial symphony,
a neighbour dog barking some faint resistance
in the hazy morning far-off distance.
sink slowly back
into the heavy-limbed languor
of my prescription hangover.
the sun, brandishing
like a swashbuckler
its arsenal of charms,
calls for me in vain.

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