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I met her on a Monday,
On Tuesday we were wed,
On Wednesday we were wondering,
What thoughts were in our heads.
On Thursday it was over,
We couldn't get along,
We should have known from the start,
That this was very wrong.
On Friday we were fighting,
A battle we can't win,
Yet I was told by everyone,
To take it on the chin.
And now we're at the weekend,
And we aren't doing so well,
I guess we're looking forward to,
Another week in Hell.
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