Perhaps on Monday
ⓒ 5-5-23, Olan L. Smith
I'm hungry but my cupboards are not bare,
My soul is nailed naked—
My candles remain unlit for an eternity,
As I fly over a vast desert with no water visible.
Give me eagle eyes?
"Perhaps on Monday," is the reply.
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