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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, June 6, 2011

Poem 234: Monday Blues

Songs flew through the halls today 
of painted sorrows, fears and pains
of wanting freedom: summer sun
of mental striving to stay strong.
It is the song that we all sing
whenever summertime creeps near
and today, this Monday, we sung loud:
our Monday Blues for summer days.

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