Thursday, 5 December 2019

Weekday Blues

Every week, it's same old thing,
'Mondays bring no joy', we sing,
While Tuesdays ,Wednesdays and Thursdays seem bearable,
But during Friday evenings, our patience level seem negligible,
Waiting for the weekend to spring.
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