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Feb 2016
As the hour draws steadily near,
The cold chilled spine from unknown fear,
As Sunday goes, Monday appear,
The weekend's dead, we shed a tear.
A weekend gone
Peter J Thomas
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Peter J Thomas  England
(England)   
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