Inevitable…

Sunday evening is upon us
Mind racing mixed with
A little numbing out
Sprinkled with dashes of 
Dread 

But…
Alas, it’s June!
New melodies 
Admist familiar tunes

The page forces truth
And we will face it together
Even though this poem is crap
And ignore it I’d rather …

here we go!

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