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I was in my thinking corner

Squatting, adjusting a bit my position

Loneliness and silence accompanied me

But then disturbed by water dropping,

Tapping constantly onto the pail top,

Morse code, maybe, I can’t decipher

Behind the locked door I could hear

Vague and fades of music sensation

My favourite songs played on MTV

Beyond the small window above me, chirping

A magpie went tweedy-tweet-flop!

It flew away, leaving a souvenir

GRONG! GRONG! Louder and louder

A Boeing passing by giving the roof vibration

Glittering-cling-ding, the chime had a glee

Enough for me, I’d done my thinking

All sounds had put me to a stop

FLUSH! I left my chamber