It was Tuesday again,
Choose day, all again,
Yes, you'd chosen me,
Now am out of options,
And gave up on auctions,
My heart on your trolley,
Off of the retailer's shelf,
My emotions are rolling,
Along with my entire self,
And when Sunday comes,
I'll say a long deep prayer,
When this market, calms,
Don't get subs to compare.
"Tuesday"
Drew Poetry
~Andy Mwalasha
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Blew my nose with your facebook page. I had no choice, Dismissed your act on stage, uh what an appalling voice, You're dragged into th...
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