It’s already the 8th of November and I’ve only got two stanzas written. Here’s a third, knocked together for the deadline but coming from the heart:
November verse 3: Breakfast
It's the same thing every morning –
juice from carrot, granny smith,
ginger, celery stalk, not scorning
beetroot for the colour, with
toast and jam and peanut butter.
That's for me. Because you'd rather
Vegemite, that's what you'll get.
No scrambled eggs or crepe suzette
except on Sundays. Bubbling, dinging,
whirring fill the room with noise
and making breakfast is a joy.
I'm spreading, pouring, scrubbing, singing.
Then we sit, first you, then me.
The day starts. What will be will be.
Me fail? I fly! 
Very healthy! xx
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I’ve just realised that in all the revising and whittling down to 14 lines, the coffee and hot chocolate landed on the cutting room floor. So maybe not all that healthy!
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Haha!!! Though of course many would say both are also good for you. Keep the poems coming! See you in Sydney soon! xx
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Not the right place to ask this, but do you want to stay with us when you’re in town?
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Yes please! I’ll email! xx
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Great! I’m looking forward to seeing you, and to the launch
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what is your email address please
Noel Jeffs SSF
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Hi Noel. I’ve replied by email. (I edited out the personal details at the end of your comment.)
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