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Happy Mondays        

Only the unemployed
Can enjoy happy Mondays;
No Sundays filled with dread
About the week ahead.
Instead, just mild misery
At the thought of a week of…
Nothing in particular,
A few semi-arranged meetings,
Thoughts of the week’s sport,
Knowledge that work would pay
Far better, but then…
Never again a happy Monday.