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Mondays I love

I get all plumped up

shaken and thrown through the breeze

broken crisps removed

dog hairs vacuumed

my skin rubbed clean


I feel light and airy

I get to rest a while and wait

before the dog


bounds on my belly


before the kids

vault over my arms


before the writer


rests her derriere,

tired feet,



that crunch me

warm me, mold me, hold me



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