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Sep 2016
Monday’s child hit me in the face,
Tuesday’s child doesn’t know his place.
Wednesday’s child is depressed and alone,
Thursday’s child is accident prone.
Friday’s child is full of remorse,
Saturday’s child is right, of course.
Sunday’s child is an atheist.
Monday, shush
Declan Quinn
Written by
Declan Quinn  Derry, Ireland
(Derry, Ireland)   
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