Mars is too taken with Pluto they say
Battling in the underworld
To get anything done today
So I cut my hair and shower
And feel immensely reborn
Starving I eat too much
But I keep my hands busy
Watching and straightening things
When I go out to sit down
I hear the rumbling of guns
The distant cries of children
Laughter from boats on the Seine
I feel sick with the world's pain
Even as the sun heals me again
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