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Pull the woolen blankets
up and over,
hit the snooze button
off and on.
Monday morning always crazy
while the weekend rambled on.

All good things ending
driving to and fro.
The car doors
open, closing
your spinning and a going,
the world spins ’round and ’round.

Poetry

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