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Tiredness drags me down the street,
like a child with a heavy coat & schoolbag
slouching towards home.
My bones appear to me to ache
through my skin,
radiating fatigue.
I pull myself to the kitchen
to find tea waiting;
the Irish cure-for-all.
I envelope the mug with my hands
& sigh, feeling relaxed at last.

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