Thursday 12th June 2008,
Judgment day as an uneasy nation votes on Lisbon.
Two alarms sounded in stereo meaning Gerry goes back to work,
still covered in aloe vera, but able.
A little groggy and too lazy to make my own, I finish his coffee,
as payment for my services rendered.
The radio in the kitchen was blasting out a cover version of an old Kate
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