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MONDAY MORNING BLUES
Monday morning here again,
This boring job drives me insane,
Maybe its the same for you,
You don't know what you have to do.
I will walk out of the door,
Don't want to work here any more,
The place just feels my heart with pain,
God please don't send me back again.
Feeling low down depressed,
Reckoning of this hellish confession,
I know these feelings are all true,
I've got Monday morning blues.
By B Kingsford Copy Write 2,004 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades
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