Middle of the week
Week half full week half empty
I’m a realist
Camels have humps, toes
But maybe they’re ungulates
Whereby toes are moot
In the center of
What, a circle, with you?
Couldn’t be better
Amidst, among, with
Realtionships, the utmost
For you to know you
Saw an idiot
Walk by just now, idiot
Stick and stones may hurt
Trudge through, do the least
Motivation is two edged
Which side are you on?
Both, none, you, me, us
Where have all the good times gone?
They Slipped between us
You lost your keys, dear!
Why are you looking out here?
I can’t see in there
Oh Wednesday, loathsome
You are, but you must, be
Loathsome for you, me
Brick a bracka white
Cracker sis boom bah rah rah
Fa la la la la
In the misty fog
An odor reminds you of
Your sweet youth and heart
Would you tell me if
Would you tell me when you know
Knowing, meet telling
The last, the caboose
The frothy and the footloosed
The rear has been goosed
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