Seven day chronic
We must celebrate --
That it became chronic
In seven days rate !!!
We wait with a hope:
That'll sleep like a mule,
Who is taken off rope
And feels pretty cool:)))
No walking around
The same day routines --
Mule snores on the ground --
You know the means:
Of sweet feel of Freedom,
that looks like a flight...
Two days won't be 'beaten'
By words not too bright!
By early 'Good Mornings'
From home poets:)))
Who send all week comic
And silly sonets:)))!
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