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A grey mood follows me,
my face mirrors the sky as I wrestle
umbrella and coat through the door, grumpy and tearful
for nothing at all.

I am greeted with warmth
and smiles,
tea made when I called from the bus,
in my favourite blue mug.
My mood shifts with the close of the door, suddenly
I am happy,
I am home.

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