Blue MondaysA Poem by Lonesome TravelerBlue Monday, ever the fright; damp soggy shoes, dull eminent light.
Blue Monday, sinks deep into me, drags through the gutter, never any fee.
Blue Monday, raise up a smile? Wanting a Friday, so f**k off a while.
Blue Monday, battered and bruised, even the flag run ragged, unfit to be used.
Blue Monday, try to drown you in wine. Whatever I do, it's your day to shine! © 2013 Lonesome TravelerAuthor's Note
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6 Reviews Added on January 28, 2013 Last Updated on January 28, 2013 AuthorLonesome TravelerUnited KingdomAboutYoung, British and naive going on cynical. Searching for the right path, and all that mother jazz. " Pass the parcel, sometimes that's all you can do. Take it, feel it, and pass it on. Not for me, .. more.. |

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