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monday

so this is it ...life
Scampering rats so rife
Traverse, tumble, trip
Hang on ,hold true
Sanity... get a grip
Where are you?

Stairs up and down
No time to clown
Ever present frown
Toot that horn
Glare with scorn

Race ,race then just Run
Where the hell is fun?
Screw this where's my gun!
Written by chezz
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