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Tuesday Has A Twin
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Book II: Part I Saturday has a follower
Though Sunday has a brother,
Fifty two is just a number
As the year is your mother.
If you smile on Monday
Why can’t you the next?
Is it the same with the rest?
And is the week just a test?
What is each day
Other than hands of time?
Thursday never changes
Because my life is always mine.
So if Wednesday is so simple
And Tuesday is Friday’s twin,
That makes January through December
Just the same within.
The days are all related
But I choose to give them name,
Time is just our enemy
In the unexpected game.
Brilliant! Brilliant concept you had, and you did it justice with the poem.