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by Chris Sorrenti

The eighth is coming
Don’t be surprised
The eighth is coming
No need to cry
The eighth is coming
There’ll be no demise
The eighth is coming

Can’t say you weren’t warned

The eighth is coming
No need for alibies
The eighth is coming
So don’t be surprised
The eighth is coming
Cloud or sunny sky
The eighth is coming

Just like before

© April 30, 2021

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Posted on 04/30/2021
Copyright © 2021 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/30/21 at 10:45 PM

LOL! I'm sure there is an event I do not know about on the eighth, or its inevitable cycling through month to month. Whatever the reason, your poem made me chuckle and think about how numbers get stuck in human heads as they seem to need something to remember, assign a date, or maybe make us feel more grounded. Thanks, Chris.

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