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SCULLERY
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I wish I had a personal staff
To scurry from the scullery
Readying things for me
Before my feet touch the floor
And then scurry around behind me
Straightening out my messes
As I whirl like a princess or movie star
In a cocktail gown
Though my day
But I do not have a personal staff
The best I can do is set things up
For myself, later on and tomorrow
I thank the earlier me for making the life of the
Current me easier.
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