Monday
MONDAY
Climbing the steep hill of Monday
Is starting to pall,
And the warm crest of Wednesday lunchtime
Is forever just two steps out of reach.
The rocks and slips of the rising
Cut into my soul and weary me:
Before I even set my best foot forward,
Or get my first wind, I'm starting to fall.
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