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On this morning the world is different somehow
Wobbles the trolley, bored of being empty
Harsh alarm clocks don't make a sound
I can even lie until noontime.
Some get on he bus, ride out beyond the city
Some in cars, on motor cycles speed wildly
Some repairs them until the evening
Yet they will not start.
Some dig a whole, build up walls alone
Some loose money, some sink into bathtub
Many listen to the news
A gentleman upstairs plays the violin
