It was all just a cosmic accident
Yet, here we are
How wonderful
We are the wreckage
A splatter of paint
In a place where there should be
Nothing
It should
But accidents happen
So now it’s Friday
That would need to
also be an accident
So what!
We have stuff to do
We made Fridays
The universe doesn’t care
We could skip Mondays
They were our only true mistake
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