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Days like theseA Poem by Joe PalmerDays like these.It’s days like these when Rome would Fall.Days like this, I don’t care at all.Life just lingers, butdeath, that calls...Bu.. |
Our Rainy MondaysA Poem by wishystarthe rain trickles down your hairour breath, foggy in the airhold your umbrella up highcan't see anything, in the grey skymondays so bleak and coldbut .. |
Monday againA Poem by Tionnie HillIt's Monday again Today you have to go to school It's six o'clock again Right now you have to wake up Turn off your alarm Don't fall asleep again.. |
Andrew Bellamy, Monday 2.30.A Chapter by Thiago Phelippe Da Gama S..Andrews first psychoanalytical section after summer vacation. |
Ode to MondayA Poem by Eddie DavisJust a quick poem for a dark Monday morning |
Family FeudsA Chapter by Tristian Lyn MarkusThe dawn of the new day, I started to make breakfast the next morning when a bell chimed. She must have woken up and found that old bell. What did she.. |
Monday MeyhamA Poem by Tan-90Is your Monday better than mine..? |
Boring MondaysA Story by ImpressiveAbout a boy who finds something special. |
MondayA Poem by ayejodieAnd I see you with her,Having coffee and fussing over where to sit.Your smile connects with your eyes,Laughing with her, as if it wasn't Monday mornin.. |
His Name Was MondayA Story by DarwinFor anyone who has had a bad morning. |
MONDAY MORNING FEELING.A Poem by Terry Colletta school girl one Monday morning in 1956 |
HappinessA Poem by Nadia GerassimenkoIt's the simple things in life that truly matter and make us genuinely happy and content. |
Wake up, BeautifulA Poem by KLMazonpoetic essay |
I love you, Mondays!!!A Poem by Bhatt ReenaPeople hate mondays as it is followed by fun weekends, but i love mondays. |
MatchaA Story by moriwritesNaomi drinks tea alone in a sunlit nook in the apartment of her lover. She runs her finger through the warm, frothy liquid and then sucks at her finge.. |
All the Worlds There AreA Poem by Robert RonnowJust watching raindrops slapping leavesis better than anything requiring electricityincluding fame and posterity. Mondaymorning I walk over to the art.. |