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MY ROUTINE
by Debra Ayis
I like the taste of lime
But hate the feel of slime
I dread the day to die
But love to lie to rest
To sleep at night
But ever so light
So by a slight sound
I become conscious
To wake in the morning
To do my chores ever so happily
To walk to my job
To work hard and earn my pay
To come home
So as to keep house again
To bake a cake
Or make a snack
To mix a drink
And have my meal
To quench my thirst for company
By going for parties
To keep me ever busy
As busy as a bee
To come home
To loneliness once again
To lie on my bed
And dread the day of death
For there will my routine end