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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StatsAuthorLonesome 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..Writing
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