64 – Monday Morning

Poem number 64
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Monday Morning
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Lying here, my legs weighed down
My eyes feel dipped in lead
I should be on the way to town
But still I laze in bed.
I’ve no desire to rise and shine,
My Monday dice are cast –
I’m going to sleep off Sunday’s wine
As daytime saunters past.
The outside world can go away
I feel no ounce of guilt,
Lying in my bed all day
Beneath the sunlit quilt.

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