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teuseday poem
Tuesday morning hard to wake
Feels like a blown up carrot cake.
Never mind we go to work
Although our vision is still blurred.
The blur will go at stat up screen
As if somebody wiped it clean.
Now the vision becomes clear
As I see your face appear.
Those eyes profound looking so deep
Making my day so good to reap.
Feels like a blown up carrot cake.
Never mind we go to work
Although our vision is still blurred.
The blur will go at stat up screen
As if somebody wiped it clean.
Now the vision becomes clear
As I see your face appear.
Those eyes profound looking so deep
Making my day so good to reap.
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