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Another Munday
PN (Oct 1983 / Canada)

Another Munday

Poem By Punk Nona

Exhale, and I am lost
in a puff of smoke
searching for that straight line
to help pass my time
until the BIG ONE
finally shows it's face.

Mousey little girl squeaking
around the corner
so quiet and misunderstood
only sometimes
when there's darkness I can
comfortably shout.

I want to be
where life dances with
a celebration of it's ups and downs
I want to know
what's inside the double
meanings
Is there any meaning at all?

I'm not sure anymore
Don't want to be locked in a routine
Sunday I will clean my mess
and prepare for the next monday of life
Here I am World-
come and take me away.

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