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"A Little Monday Song."

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Mrs. Robbins likes
my funny poem.

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"I rose up at 9 o'clock.

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The Sunday paper spread
its sickly stale immediacy

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about the drowsy bed.

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My eyeballs ached from reading
the columns of the dead.

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The dull cold eye of winter
stared through the dirty panes.

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I tried the shock of water,
slipped aspirin in my veins.

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The cups and spoons
were grubby, there

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was trouble with the drains.

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I rose up at 9 o'clock,
put a pistol to my brain.

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The mailman rang
the bell at noon,

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and I rose up again, and
brought the milk and paper in,

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an alkali for pain.

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Tomorrow's sun is burning
Australia's arid face,

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and over the Atlantic
its landing light

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will trace the measures of the
hours, inexorably in space."

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