Routine
My right hand touches the cold door-handle, My left touches it and I am relieved. I take the coin out of my pocket, As my right foot enters the room, And twiddle it; Finger, thumb, finger, thumb. "Do you want to play poker? You deal the cards" I start shuffling: 1, 2, 3,4- I've dropped a card. Start again.1, 2, 3, 4, 5- Dropped it again! I can't take this! As I walk out of the room, I make sure I step out with my right foot. My hand is thrust into my pocket, I touch the coin and breathe out. In my bedroom and look at the clock. 21:30. Perfect. I cross off the day of my calendar, And my second calendar. I sniff the pen. Never forget that part. I take out my 50p, MY 50p! I roll it over my fingers. Don't drop it, the shadows are near. If I ever drop it, I'll cry in the corner. Again.
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