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Monday morning torpor Memories of the weekend hang in the air Heavy with thunder and lingering fumes. City stirs sluggishly Sweeping up debris and shattered glass Fitful breeze riffles through rubbish Along the quiet streets. The city holds its head and groans Rolls back to sleep Waiting for Tuesday.
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