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Aug 2018
It's Sunday five - o' - five
My long nap has ceased
Everything seems so golden
My soul has no shades of blue

It's Sunday five -o' - eight
I forgot about the Mondays
I forgot about the sunset
The afternoon has frozen

It's Sunday five - fifteen
My teacup is warm
I look at the distant greens
I say 'Thank God it's Sunday'
Ashari Ty
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Ashari Ty  21/M/Philippines
(21/M/Philippines)   
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