It’s a dull moment
Hours spent at the gate
A slow-growing ache once you ate
Boredom and age one can not escape
Gloomy rivers never dance
A bitter scent can’t sing
Doors are closed once more
There you lay bored, hungry, and wiser by a quarter.
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