Time seems to drag its heels
always on a Monday.
A weekends disappears
almost without notice,
but Mondays, oh Mondays
just to seem to drag on and on.
We’d probably say the same
at any day that begins a working week.
However, it is Monday
that always seems so long.
26 April 2010
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