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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Monday, February 28, 2011

Poem 137: Monday

Monday is a tiring day, when everyone would sleep in late
if not awoken by their clocks which ring in early morn.
The snooze is pressed, the face is hid from sunlight that just seeps right in
and once again the week begins, with sleepy Monday snores...

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