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Just give me a quiet time
Some minutes that are mine
No pot boilers
No plot spoilers
No one dying
Not too much crying
No ailments
No impalements
Just fragrant flowers
And sweet, dreamy hours
Muslin flows loose around the hips of a dancing sage
Soft embrace, arms creamy beige
But maybe time to turn a page,
let loose a little red pepper rage?
Times up
Speak up
Wake up
No time for quiet now!
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