Monday, March 25, 2019

Poem: Monday Monday

Monday morning
Rain all day 
Come and blow these clouds away 
Monday morning message to 
A person who
I've long knew
"Tell the truth, is she ill? 
It's time that you 
The beans spill."

And still the rain, and still the rain
Still the rain on window panes
Still this feeling that I've got 
And would rather not. 

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