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Deep in the Heart of a Weekend
Deep in the heart of a weekend
No plans, no promise, no pizazz
A feeling as if I were robbed of something
My youth, to be precise
When Saturday night and Sunday found me out and about
Ah, but what’s the point of comparing fragrance and fragility
I’m happy with my life of sitting and writing and waiting
Waiting for my disabilities to return to abilities
recover assets, ditch liabilities
Copyright ©
Gershon Wolf
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