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Sometimes I go to my car
Which isn't very far
But during work time it can seem strange
As if I'm lost and out on the range
Sometimes I forget things
Important, useful, essential things
To do my work or I'll be lost
Can't have that now at my own cost
So I return to the vehicle
Luckily today I didn't cycle
To retrieve my cherished, beloved and innocent phone
...Monday 3rd June 2024 9:17 am
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