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I’ll make my bed
I’ll make my breakfast
I’ll even make it out the door
But, make my Monday.
The first day of the week
Makes me feel weak
Thinking of it makes me ill
More so than paying a bill.
I’ll crawl back to bed
I’ll forget breakfast
I’ll lock the door.
Make my Monday.
Monday again
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And we survived
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yes!
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Mondays are never fun when you have to work after a wonderful weekend off.
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Soooo true
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Sounds so familiar!!
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what is going on with WP the last few days – now they wiped my comment twice!!! And no, I did not click on the wrong place.
Loved the poem – made me smile. Monday here is normally a mad rush – ready to go……… 🙂
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WP must be going through an extended Monday morass
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why is it already Monday?
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Happened too soon
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Why are you telling my secrets to the world?
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