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BATH NIGHT (VERSION).

Routine rakes our stray delights.
We wrest from sullen Sunday nights
a remnant of the weekend’s ease.
We drag it out, we tipple sips;
the mood inexorably dips
as Monday mugs us by degrees.

◄ A TONIC.

THE LOSING SIDE. ►

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Travis Brow

Wed 18th Feb 2015 06:54

Thank you Jack, thank you Autumn Posey. I've been working on it over the past week or so; it might look different shoud you chance to read it again.

Tilly

Mon 16th Feb 2015 21:19

Clever. So true. I like it :)

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jack purvis

Fri 13th Feb 2015 15:13

Recalls a time which I've left behind. Thanks for the memory.

Travis Brow

Thu 12th Feb 2015 12:46

I don't mind at all Jackie, anything that whet's your whistle, so to speak. Thanks for reading and commenting.

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Jackie Phillips

Thu 12th Feb 2015 12:09

Hi Travis, loved the poem, it inspired me so much I have shared my own. I hope you don't mind.

Travis Brow

Thu 12th Feb 2015 10:21

Thanks Lea, I aim to make connections with others and see if we're sharing the same experiences.

Lan

Thu 12th Feb 2015 09:48

This really captures how I feel on Sunday nights, thanks for sharing :)

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