On Mondays I don't rise with all guns blazing
my head needs oxygen and interphasing.
Anoxic from the Cabernet (which folks are praising)
I find Fiona calling both of us well.....aazing!
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I won't read the poems that you have written on Mondays...just kidding. I know too well that there are days...
provokative poem here Herbert woven with great poetic rhymes.10++++
Mondays are never very good for the best of us - - even without the Cabernet - - but our dear Fiona - being loved by all, will no doubt have much better recall of the endearing term she used - - being sans alcohol herself.! ! ! good read albeit from a 'woolly' Monday morning pen! ! .....10 + + ++