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Thursday, March 3, 2011

Poem 140: Thursday

Thursday is a day of norm, its right between two large 'day storms'
when climax fades and weekend gains, this is a day of lull
The planners rest, the young men quest, the others wait in mental set
yet when it's over all have met their steady Thursday goal.

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