They walk alive
In rigor mortis
Of routine;
The selfsame adventures
Over and over
Till memories are maimed
Coagulated
In an endless reel
Of a single frame
Until that very end
When all goes black
And it begins again
Without palpable pause
Amidst absent applause
Amazing
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Thank you friend. Your constant appreciation is a blessing. Thank you 😊🙏
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That is because you pen stirring ideas. Wish you all the best.
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Thank you from the bottom of my heart 👍
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Wonderful!
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Thank you 😊 Glad you liked it 🙏🙏
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You’re very welcome indeed
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Wow! I love “the rigor mortis of routine”!
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Thank you 😊 Glad you liked it
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It perfectly describes so many of my working days. 😦
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Yeah😅… So do mine… The curse of modern times
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Thank you for the acknowledgement. Glad to know you liked it so much 😊🙏
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