Another afternoon really dragging on
It’s hard to do, enthusiasm gone
Started shite and then got shite-ter
This is starting to compromise me as a writer
Hurry up end of the week, me thinks
Going to London for Chris’s birthday drinks
One morning mourning is all I have to do
Then it’s away and off for two
A surprise planned for my baby
Will it stay a surprise? We’ll wait and see
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