Sunday, July 25, 2010


I can tell you must
be something special
because I have never
wanted to kill you

on Wednesday without
immediately regretting having
wanted to on Thursday.
I like you a lot every

Friday I see you on,
and I still set my
Saturdays aside just
in case you show up.

Sunday is my day
of rest. I'm not God.

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