I don't know if Monday's blue.
It could be Tuesday. Wednesday, too.
Or Friday, I don't have a clue.
But Thursday's when I clap.
Monday, I don't want to blame.
Tuesday, Wednesday not defame.
Nor Friday - every day's the same.
But Thursday's when I clap.
The weekend's scrapped.
No Saturday, Sunday. It's left a gap.
Thursdays, I never cease to clap.
I don't know if Monday's black.
A weekly schedule's what I lack.
My sense of time's not coming back.
But Thursday's when I clap.
Chronologies I disavow.
Tuesday's Wednesday, I don't know how.
Friday's just like Monday now.
But Thursday's when I clap.
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