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When the Holiday is Over.(2015)
Fly away,
Drive away,
Leave your troubles behind
Lie down,
Rest a while,
Enjoy the warm sunshine.
Feel your heart re charging
While your mind is at rest.
A week from now
You’ll be bored or stressed
Either way;
Back behind your desk.
Sunday 20th September 2015 3:17 am
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