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Monday Mourning
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Monday Mourning |
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rad802 Member
since 2008-04-19
Posts 279KY U.S.A. 
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As the dust clears from the storm I look around to see it’s early morning. The battle fierce the bodies strewn, the carnage replaced by gloom floods my room as I wake up to another monday mourning. My poor car rattles a complaint. I’m faded as the paint and like my life it don’t go nowhere fast. I need a door into the past. And I wake up to another… We descend onto the field like a fury they can only yield. A victory bought with many lives, with rakes and hoes and stones and knifes. As I notice with a distant bell That it’s SIX:O FIVE in a place called hell. My poor car rattles a complaint. I’m faded as the paint and like my life it don’t go nowhere fast. Give me a door into the past. The victory feast lasted for days. I look for Elinore, the minstrel plays. And I wake up to another Monday mourning. |
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AAB Member
since 2008-04-10
Posts 99Canada |
OH I hate mondays.. or well I hate tusedays because theyre my modays in my work week. lovely poem "Death cannot stop true love, all it can do is delay it for a while" The Princess Bride |
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