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KOLKORE
KOLKORE
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Drowsy Monday drags its feet
Three busses came and passed
Five people are still standing at the curb.

Five people have inched together
Three seats are wet and cold
One pink hatted lady smiles.

One paper’s crying troubles in the land
Three potholes looming large,
Better to be moving in this sardines packing bus.

KOLKORE
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AnonymousAnonymousover 14 years ago
You are an idiot

Where was the anger management? All I saw was controllling manipulative and abusive one sided relations between the wife and the rest of the victims in her family.

I am sorry, but I found this story mostly irritating by the gross inaccuracies of the 'therapy'. The clichés in those sessions almost gave me a skin rush… The amazingly submissive and repressed, yet presumably mostly "happy" and “stable” husband was another major irritant on my list. And he is the one who takes care of this whole family! Of all the characters he is the one who should have been sent on a most urgent basis to seek help. First task: learning how to stop being a victim to an abusive spouse.

Bill DadaBill Dadaalmost 16 years ago
^

'One paper’s crying troubles in the land

Three potholes looming large',are refering to the presidential primaries?

DawnJDawnJalmost 16 years ago
You've Got It!

You have such a knack for entering the moment...and turning it inside out, so the rest of us can enter it, too! Splendid!!

You know...this must be why I abhor public transportation!

AnschulAnschulabout 16 years ago
Been there...

This work is so evocative of mornings I remember. Takes me back. I love writing that takes me back. Take me back some more!

sweet GA peachessweet GA peachesabout 16 years ago
I COULD ...

live my whole life without MONDAYS !!

But then by blonde philosophy, Tuesday

would be the new Monday, and Wednesday

the new Tues, on and on, {you get the point}.

You did however get to the point of,

blah Mondays, the same old world news,

shivering winters, and the dredded bus ride.

I will think of you now on Mondays, at 8:05am.

;)

sGp

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