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Days of the Week
Monday we push through
the foggy mist of our
foul Monday mood.
Tuesday is invisible
as we willingly dawn
our rote employee brawn.
Wednesday hope begins to dawn
as we yawn
through the day.
Thursday excitement begins to churn
as hope for fun begins to burn.
Friday, get it done
get out of here
go somewhere
and have a beer
and cheer "I'm Free".
Saturday becomes a toss.
Get a lot done or
just get lost.
Sunday for some
means movies and
being on the run,
while others
commune with their
faithful sisters and brothers
at the church of their choice.
And what a relief, when we awake
to Sunday storms.
A logical excuse to take
a day off.
As the Sunday sun sets,
a small cramping
from deep within
begins.
Stage Fright again.
A New Week.
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Days of the Week
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