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Yawn.
Dawn in the dusty lane.
Creeping sunlight touching
The wrinkled foreheads after
Climbing down the posters,
Of National assurance.
Long drawn lane.
Gaudy stalls sleeping
After a night's heavy barter;
Food thrown away
Last night, becomes delicious
When laced with rancor.
Shrill siren.
Newspaper, before it's arrival.
News, old and dead,
Eyes red, want of sleep
But before they merge -
The sunlight creeps !
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