Monday Night

Monday night, doing homework, gazing out of the window longingly...

Streetlamps burn baldly
Tall, gabled roofs reach dark heights
There's smell of wood smoke

Whorls of whistling leaves
Warm dinner seen through glass and
Twinkling fairy lights

Now I study math
Triple integrals galore
Have I now ruin'd th'poem?

The End

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