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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,

volumes

 

that crunch me

warm me, mold me, hold me

 

 

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