Copyright RavenBlack, Marsh 1998.
A dark rainy day,
Close to the fire,
Get burned, pull away,
Ice the wound - Friday.
Time draws on,
The darkness falls,
The bad luck's gone,
Evening - The Thirteenth.
Warmer climes,
Two's company,
Incisive times,
The clock, clocked.
Romantic weekend,
Or dirty, or hot,
This day is the end,
On Sunday, I rest.
--Saturday the Fourteenth.
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