Monday: Bloody Monday

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“Why is Monday so far from Friday, and Friday so near to Monday?”

Monday, Bloody Monday

Monday, bloody Monday
It is certainly not my fun day
Still five days until Friday
This could well be my die day

My calendar filled with meetings
No time for eating
Feeling like cheating
When trying to catch a break for peeing

No use in struggle or fighting 
Almost worse than being struck by a lightning
Dealing with the disappointment
Because there is no ointment

Another working week has started
From my leisure time I was parted
Doing my best to survive
Just wishing to keep in the drive

Tell me, do I really hate Mondays
Or is it just the illusion of a fading Sunday?

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Monday: We meet again!

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“So, Monday, we meet again!”

Monday

I knew you were trouble
As soon as I met you
Like the space telescope Hubble
Or a kid without shoes
I would be completely lost
If I didn’t have you

Yeah, what would a week be
Without us to curse thee
Because it can only get better
After a Mon-dee

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Seat Concrete (Seat Sunday)

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“My uncle’s dying wish – he wanted me on his lap. He was in the electric chair”
Rodney Dangerfield

Seat Concrete

Making, a comfy seat
From a bench made out of concrete
May be, an experience too concrete
But never mind,
I will still, take a seat

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Feet on the Ground for SL-Week

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Posted in response to Sylvain Landry’s photo challenge, theme of Ground
Photography /Poetry /Humour

“Keep your eyes on the stars, and your feet on the ground”
Theodore Roosevelt

Feet on the Ground for SL-Week

As oddly as it may sound
I am quite profound
My feet firmly on the ground
Now that I have found
My shiny red shoes!

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Living in Suburbia for Daily Photo (Four)

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“I’m from a nice, suburban, middle-class family, but my tattoos remind me where I’ve been”
Tom Hardy

Living in Suburbia for Daily Photo 

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Neighbourhood

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From new…

…to old

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Living in Suburbia for Daily Photo (Three)

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“I’m from a nice, suburban, middle-class family, but my tattoos remind me where I’ve been”
Tom Hardy

Living in Suburbia for Daily Photo

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Dog walker

Living in Suburbia for Daily Photo (Seven)

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“I’m from a nice, suburban, middle-class family, but my tattoos remind me where I’ve been”
Tom Hardy

Living in Suburbia for Daily Photo 

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Nature

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Living in Suburbia for Daily Photo (Five)

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“I’m from a nice, suburban, middle-class family, but my tattoos remind me where I’ve been”
Tom Hardy

Living in Suburbia for Daily Photo 

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Bob the Builder

Living in Suburbia for Daily Photo (Six)

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“I’m from a nice, suburban, middle-class family, but my tattoos remind me where I’ve been”
Tom Hardy

Living in Suburbia for Daily Photo 

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Breakroom

Living in Suburbia for Daily Photo (One)

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“I’m from a nice, suburban, middle-class family, but my tattoos remind me where I’ve been”
Tom Hardy

Living in Suburbia for Daily Photo 

(Living in America lyrics by James Brown)

You might have to walk the fine line,
You might take the hard line
But everybody’s workin’ overtime

Livin’ in Suburbia-eye to eye, station to station
Livin’ in Suburbia-hand to hand,across the nation
Livin in Suburbia-got to have a celebration

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