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Aug 2016
This Wednesday came around low and sound and quick.
I couldn't hardly catch my breath before my lip
Caught on the edge of Tuesday's page as it flipped,
Paper trails from Monday quick as a whip
But now I'm standing on Wednesday's solid ground
It's my new viewpoint for the week.
I squint to see Thursday through the fog, or Friday
In all it's shining glory.
Written by
Frost Aster
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