I'll save sorry for Wednesday,
Cause Thursday is crooked,
And a thank you for Friday,
Cause Saturday's booked.
You'll see me on Sunday,
At alter and pew,
But steer clear on Monday,
I'm not who you knew.
And I'll make it through Tuesday,
Then dip like the dow,
I'll save sorry for Wednesday,
Bear with me for now.
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Poems.
PoetryThis is mostly my poetry but some are not. My poetry is pure trash, but hope my random writing entertains you.
