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~* Feverish Meanderings *~

   of a Mad March Monday Morning

 

Sun Drunk Funk,
spent on Saturn's Day
ruefully remembering a Fried night.

If wishes were fishes
riding tandem bicycles,
we'd all be well fed and traveled.

Odd Mob's Sob,
while picking Colonels from a Cobb.
Too many say, "It’s not my job!"

Sitting Waiting left Hanging.
The game of the name is still the same
You can't Love unless you're on with it!

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