Blocked nose, mouth open to breathe,
could not open my work document,
reading Paul Gallico, a Cockney char
having adventures in Russia, my own
feelings scrambled, life such a success
yesterday, a super evening - yet today
uncomfortable in my skin: why does life
have to be a see-saw carousel, up and
down, all the time?
Mrs Harris Goes to Moscow - Paul Gallico
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