Tuesday sneek
So out of bed I got one foot still in the dawn.
premeditating the day pleading to be reborn.
Tuesday was the girl and nodded when I asked.
...
So out of bed I got one foot still in the dawn.
premeditating the day pleading to be reborn.
Tuesday was the girl and nodded when I asked.
...
She primed the dawn like bomb,
that with daylight
would blast.
Tuesday´s kitchen was hospitable
meat did hang on walls.
Hounds ran in packs circling the house.
The oldfolks read the paper all of them freshly appalled,
Their little fits of apathy as if there was nothing else.
Yes tuesday was a girl and this her family home.
Across the miles you could see a far city
where weekends likely roamed
that with daylight
would blast.
Tuesday´s kitchen was hospitable
meat did hang on walls.
Hounds ran in packs circling the house.
The oldfolks read the paper all of them freshly appalled,
Their little fits of apathy as if there was nothing else.
Yes tuesday was a girl and this her family home.
Across the miles you could see a far city
where weekends likely roamed
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