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Falling down Friday
by Richard ColinsonAnd this night there is
No going out
A falling down Friday
In a room by yourself
You conjure and yet
For all your spells
You feel it
02/05/2010 Author's Note: This is mostly fictional.
Posted on 02/05/2010
Copyright © 2024 Richard Colinson
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Therese Elaine on 02/06/10 at 12:23 AM I know how those Fridays are...you feel flat on the floor even while sitting in a chair and the smallest room seems too large and the largest room seems unbearably small. |
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