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THURSDAY MARKET Motorway sign says: "THIS SIGN IS NOT WORKING." Sign coming into town says{ "THURSDAY MARKET." Reality appears to be broken. And there they all are long forgotten Thursdays that nobody wants no more. So many used Thursdays to choose from. A much used Thursday from 1963. A forlorn Thursday from 1863. Thursdays come and gone. No one will want a Thursday their dog died or the wife left them or the Wi-fi went off. Rainy Thursdays that nobody wanted even as they were happening. But there's a big rush on the Thursday to come. Everyone wants to have one. We leave the Thursday market with the next Thursday in the bag so to speak. It's up to us to make a good go of it. It ticks away. Time tickles. Motorway sign says: "THIS SIGN NOT WORKING."
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Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC
THURSDAY MARKET
THURSDAY MARKET Motorway sign says: "THIS SIGN IS NOT WORKING." Sign coming into town says{ "THURSDAY MARKET." Reality appears to be broken. And there they all are long forgotten Thursdays that nobody wants no more. So many used Thursdays to choose from. A much used Thursday from 1963. A forlorn Thursday from 1863. Thursdays come and gone. No one will want a Thursday their dog died or the wife left them or the Wi-fi went off. Rainy Thursdays that nobody wanted even as they were happening. But there's a big rush on the Thursday to come. Everyone wants to have one. We leave the Thursday market with the next Thursday in the bag so to speak. It's up to us to make a good go of it. It ticks away. Time tickles. Motorway sign says: "THIS SIGN NOT WORKING."
donall-dempsey
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Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 7:00 PM UTC
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