Never On A Monday

In the wretched confines of the autumnal degree
As the rugose silken triumph resounds peacefully
It is noted that October never shed a tear
While her prediction roars the wisdom of an eyelid
As space monkeys flit through the arboreal benthos
And return to their destination resignedly
It is worthy to know that our love cannot prosper
As it owes its existence to that which I did
A nonsensical wisdom, twelve gibbering freedoms
As the colourless green ideas sleep furiously


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