It must be Monday, said the radio DJ, forcing Bob Geldof down my shirt.
I refused to believe him until I saw the calender, but someone had forgot to turn over the sheet and I didn't believe that either.
The newspaper, backed up the headless voice on the airwaves, but journalists they lie just to pleae.
My phone informed me it was Monday, but it's always demanding attention, so I thought it needed some time alone.
A man with a bucket in the street, once asked about days became quite raucous, seeming angry or assuming it was some set up for a reality show about Gardening.
A computer with friends in www places said all I needed to know about Monday was available at the touch of a button, but it all seemed too elaborate for me.
These movies are all over in seconds, so what difference does a Monday make?
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