Weekend
Moments drip together like a warm ice cream; on this sticky, putrid night...
August can go straight to hell; it's October that's in my sights...
Fall away these redundant times, as I drown in Thursdays...
Mimic happiness thrown like a life saver, longing for Saturdays...
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2016
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