Different Strokes of Poetry: Wish there was nothing called Sundays...

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Saturday, July 4, 2009

Wish there was nothing called Sundays...

I wish there was nothing called Sundays or holidays For me now the meaning of Sundays is agony For me now on holidays it is only tears that keep me company Sign in to see full entry.

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