Puffing away the day's choresthat I count down with all my willsometimes against, but with affectionrunning length and breadth with the tick-tocksmarking down unending to-do listscheering everyone I love, and then mesmiling at gale of chatters that matterscalls , talks, blue ticks, for every soul touchedwith every cup of coffee, every plate mealjust dawn to dusk is not my callOriginal link
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