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The Rising Turtles Back

The first day of the week and it reeks of starting over again.

 

Two days down & three more to go before we reach the weeks long awaited end

 

**** finally in the middle of the Rising Turtle's back

 

Forth day, feeling accomplished - only one more moon until the lust is what we lack.

 

On the final of the days - a new sun means great new things

 

Hence Saturday is the day we wake to yawn & stretch our wings.

 

We've partied through the only day we have to catch our breath,

 

So Sunday is the day of the week that simply reeks of rest.

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james-m-boyer
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Published
Jul 18, 2010
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Written January 1, 2010- From Through Our Hands We Speak From The Heart

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