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Monday, Through Alley Slinks
Monday, damp and gray, through alley slinks
disturbs the peace with cursed work-week
Her chill invades my pillows and sheets
noxious fumes from asphalt streets
I wrap myself in blankets tight
clinging to what's left of night
Against my relentless, ringing foe
~ at alarm clock's crow, to work I go
Copyright ©
Gershon Wolf
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