Monday comes again.
Seems it happens every week.
Can’t we skip this one?
Monday comes again.
Seems it happens every week.
Can’t we skip this one?
Weekends go too fast.
This one has one hour less.
Karma, I suppose.
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I thought about it.
Then I thought and thought some more,
Yet I still wrote this.
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I slept in ’til nine.
It felt really, really good.
This is a haiku.
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Flashing purple lights.
I’m inside a UFO.
What is with that probe?
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Beige fields of wheat
As far as the eye can see.
In Kansas again.
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