Digital drawing · poetry

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Tuesday came and told me,

Were I see, your eye to me its blind to be.

Wednesday will be here by the second thus he would reply,

I have only one eye yet I feel your hill would be as the same as before.

Thursday will be in that horizon yelling to me,

Come near me and this hammer will be yours although your fingers won’t be the same.

Friday will come to end all shows only to bring and would have cried to me,

Let’s Party when we see each other again.

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