thinking of you ☹ (humor)

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πŸ“ΈUn P'tit Je Ne Sais Quoi πŸ—’ — πŸ„― Claudia ✓ ▫ MyCreativeDigiArtⁱ⟮freep!k⟯

(on tiptoe…),
…I woke up on Monday
and on Tuesday, I thought of going
Wednesday to work, but suddenly,
Thursday, I saw coming Friday and
I mumbled to myself, – what a hell
to look for work on Saturday when
Sunday is my day off for
thinking of you…



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