Once, at a meeting, I was asked

to describe a poet’s day. So

I did:

        I get up and make porridge for the children.

        I take one child to school or study at home with the other.

        I take the other child to school.

        I go to the grocer’s shop.

        I meet some friends in the town.

        I talk on the telephone at home.

        I do the laundry.

        I clean the room.

        I read a newspaper.

        I write a little.

        I make food for someone.

        I eat.

        I put one child in the bath and then settle it for sleep.

        I make the bed.

        I lie down.

        I discuss the day’s news with my wife.

        If I am not very tired, I read.

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        It was like this, or a little different.

        It is like this, or a little different.

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