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Lonely Saturday

It’s a lonely Saturday.
The road looks deserted.
The wind is blowing,
It’s cold.
I wish I was in bed
‘Cause I’ve got the flu.
My mind keeps wandering off to you.
I guess that is what a lonely Saturday makes me do,
Think of you.

©️ 2021 Anita Johnson

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