It's Monday morning,
Who'd have thought.
That smiles are one,
And sadness nought.
The sun is shining,
Blue skies aplenty.
I'm 35,
But feeling 20.
The poets in Opuss,
Have announced their pleasure,
Their words are bouncy,
With rhymes we will treasure.
oh why can't it always,
Remain this way.
Who'd ever have thought it,
A happy Monday!
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