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Poetry By: Mezquiteno

A poem I wrote out of my weekend boredom.

Submitted:Apr 3, 2011    Reads: 59    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

Monday, that reched day.

The worst day of the week,

As some would say.

Yet I await your coming,

With you comes a new week,

A new opportunity for loving.

Monday, Oh how I love you.

With you my weekend boredom ends,

Of the people who like you I am one of the few.

You present an opportunity to make amends,

An opportunity to make revenue.

Monday, you cannot come fast enough.

I count the hours between me and you,

Of this bad weekend I have had enough.

I await your coming like a baby awaits his bottle,

I need you like an airplane needs a throttle.


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