Another day in the dungeon

Can you ‘adam and eve it’
because I can’t
I just don’t believe it,
yes
Saturday has bit the dust
I
am fit to bust and
choked with tears.

all these flamin’ years
and Saturday can’t stay a
little longer.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.

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Miami blue March 24, 2020
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Some people March 23, 2020
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