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Monday
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From The Heart
I open my eyes,
Realization hits.
I squeeze them shut again,
To pretend it
Isn’t so.
What will I wear?
What will we eat?
I hate this!
The eternal cycle.
Why doesn’t it stop?
Just go away.
Forever be done!
I roll out
of my comfortable
King size bed, with its
Marshal Fields
down Comforter.
And get to my feet.
The floor is cold,
Another Monday.
