Weeks Of Days Poem by Ulysses Bandi
Weeks Of Days
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Hear, oh my Week:
On Monday, I am happy and anxious for what lies ahead.
Tuesday has eaten away a bit of that happiness, lo I dread.
Wednesday stands on the dividing line between your mead.
While Miss. Thursday runs out on me in shreds.
And lo, sedentary Friday waits for its Saturday bread.
Sunday, I deride the claim you rose from the dead!
Tuesday, April 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: days,week
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