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Sunday
cold morning light surrounds me
sweet chips of birds abounding
perfect contents for a lazy day
the calm before the big parade
a week of fine acting, overt displays
playing a part in a chekhov play
a character i can't quite define
making me likely to tweak a line
i may play different functions in each scene
but it's on account of new knowledge gleaned
and ambiguities abounding
in all this blue surrounding
yet i must go on if time's to keep
to take life by its reins after i sleep
i've got to persevere, stay on track
show the world my kind of comeback
so i hunker down and tell myself
"it's just another week..."
"it's just another week..."
