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monday tweak
I must confess
Mondays are stress,
Bad weather swells
The bed farewells,
Just half awake
With vision opaque,
Some caffeine
Ousting that dream,
Awash your face
Get to that place,
Stuck into traffic
Words become graphic,
Arriving at work
Still a bit blurred,
That coffee intake
To rattle and shake,
Hope it’s a good week
That offers a tweak.
Mondays are stress,
Bad weather swells
The bed farewells,
Just half awake
With vision opaque,
Some caffeine
Ousting that dream,
Awash your face
Get to that place,
Stuck into traffic
Words become graphic,
Arriving at work
Still a bit blurred,
That coffee intake
To rattle and shake,
Hope it’s a good week
That offers a tweak.
Published 15th Nov 2019
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