#13 - My Week

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Monday walks gloomily along the shore

Tuesday has to many things to account for

Wednesday gives my week a rest

Thursday makes me happy at it’s best

Friday is the weekend’s helping hand

Saturday I think you understand

Sunday brings this poem to an end

Thanks for reading and being my friend.

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  1. iamzenMarch 14, 2023 at 6:30 PM

    This is exceptionally clever with all of the rhymes

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