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August, 2003 Wet air Dank Like the pavement After a shower Chill Pull up the blankets Try to sleep In a strange bed Same hotel New paint New sheets Same old sea-salty Dingy air Lacking the freezing Whine of air conditioning Soft hums and Tossing and turning The bright lamp Missing kitties And bedtime routines Missing home and Special teapots and Routines and kitties Wanting to play fetch Or belly-scratching Soft fluffy purrs That help hide the fact That I'm alone again. But for this weekend I've got the gang And we are armed In plastic And kite string Ready to shop and play And forget some Routines For just A little Bit.
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