Moving on (12)

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             You'd think by now I should have had the time

            To relax and turn our move to rhyme;

            Yet, though it all went smoothly, everything

            Is out of joint and, what's more worrying,

            While simple things like scissors or a spoon

            Are lurking somewhere in the other room,

            Those items undeserving of the light

            Refuse to disappear from our sight.

            Even trying to make a cup of tea

            Becomes a battle with my memory,

            As if each tiny tea-bag thinks it's fun

            To hide away and keep me on the run.

                      But then that's nothing when I come to think

                      Of phone lines and computers on the blink.

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            A day in Brighton, not that far to roam

            But it's worth it, just to come back home.

Brian Hick May 2012

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