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Thursday, 9 June 2016

Poem: Friday's Reality

It's Friday 
And a far cry 
From reality, 

As the day 
With last night's discovery 
Swirl by swiftly, 

And nothing makes sense really 
Even as I try 
To kill the hangover slowly, 

So I can see clearly 
And think lucidly 
Of this secret so ugly. 

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