MONDAY BLUES I hate these Monday blues it's the most dreaded day of the week time to sort and wash the clothes grab the dust rag, then the broom to sweep. This same routine I'm tired of so here's what I'm going to do I'm slipping off to a deserted island to spend a year or two. I'll wear no clothes and cook no food just eat what hangs from trees I'll sleep out under the big old moon and on my skin feel the tropical breeze. I'll grow my hair down to my waist swim nude in the deep blue sea listen to the music of the surf no other things I'll need. Then someday I will grow tired of living like a recluse I'll make my way back to my home to the drudgry of the Monday blues. |
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