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Monday Morning
Despair the drink of one too many,
The walls now dreary, sticky stank
The years past noon now strike a chord
Now bitter more than karela melon
Early years the frangipani
Reflect inside decisions blank
A better life could not afford
Floating on the river Thelon
Today the day to me uncanny
To see reflections on riverbank
To think that’s all we all abhorred
Time plenty strikes the clock eleven
I too seek answers in the cranny
Inside my mind I must outflank
I take control, I draw my sword
Sing, rejoice, break bread unleavened
