Bed There's a dull spreading ache from my back to my head that puts me on hold and keeps me in bed The sound of spray in the street and tapping at the window pane , the ground is soaked, slippery, wet due to the rain. "Now there is plenty to do", I say to myself but as soon as I persuade I loose all bodily help. But it's so nice and warm under here where I am The idea of productivity is surely a sham. No work, no jobs, no daily routine. I'll smash it all with my bed and some hot ovaltine. It has all been agreed by myself, I and me That today we stay in bed and watch some T.V.
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