Saturday Sickness Poem by B3k Baylon

Saturday Sickness



This is my time… my Day, spend it the Saturnine way…gray clouds, stormy skies… tempest that knows no bounds; let your mind go astray… all hail Saturday! From the mountain top, to an abysmal drop, let my Spirit soar… up and below…and embrace my good ole fellow, my sweet damn sorrow.

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