That
hole in your sock,
is
it old or new?
Do
laces freeze?
If
you stop,
you’re
late.
Questions
mount up;
and
the week hasn’t
started
yet.
Cross
the bridge
when
you come to it.
Is
that steam or mist
from
the canal?
And
then there are
the
ducks.
Do they feel the cold,
like us?
A
point few would make,
except
for the odd
snowflake
swirling
by;
but, then.
it's Monday.
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