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I'm certain that this won't sit well with everyone, but I'd like to assign waking up to (especially) AC/DC in the morning. In fact, I would be happy to just send the whole of the nineteen-eighties to Mordor, my birth therein notwithstanding.
Also, I would like to follow all stubbed toes, wether or not they lead to broken bones, and reoccured injuries thought long laid to rest.
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But all the while I sit and think of times there were before
I listen for returning feet and voices at the door
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