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Mondays are the Hardest
She opens the door and walks in She’s home but she’s alone. It’s Sunday night and… Mondays are the hardest. After a wonderful weekend Of love and laughter and Time spent in his arms ~ The weekend’s over and… Mondays are the hardest. She spends Fridays all excited Cause’ the weekend is near. She’ll be with him every moment that she can. They have fun; they share love ~ It’s getting harder to tear herself away. She cries in the car as she leaves. She’s a wreck at work on Monday She had cried herself to sleep. Their wonderful weekend is over and… Mondays are the hardest.
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